Though her eyes were widely open
Her palms were cold
A loud bang of sweat dropped
The dust took cover
Several voices
Heavy crowd gathered with a bitter face as they watch their queen slowly stroll to the underworld
Alas! A brave dark handsome messiah surfaced

 Hit her with pain but handled her with love and jacked her to her feet
It’s dangerous to watch you go damsel, he whispered.

The voice was slow, weak and quick at the same time
Return to us, the wailers chant in accord at the sight of her lifeless beauty being lift into the ambulance
But we prayed against this, some screamed out loud
We rebuked this, other added.

My Glimpse of death

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