Death Rocks

He's a handsome devil
attractive as hellfire and all
things that end. Likes
a catchy tune too:
Hell's Bells, Heaven.
On the dance floor
he is no disco kinda dude,
his feet are sure, the path

clean. He will rock your world
and leave you in the dust.
Death rules in the end
smiling like a vampire.
Grin prone, he likes a snappy

tune. Rhythm comes naturally
like a stop sign painted
Darkness is his realm
lights out his best friend. 
Whichever road you waltz,
he will dance with you
some night.






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