Impending Doom

The Dark Side

Looming above me,

hoovering in its wait,

like a noose swaying,

waiting to fit

around my neck-

Like the sharpened blade

of a shimmering guillotine,

the light refracting

off its edge-

The executioner cometh,

cloaked in funeral garb,

his pointy finger

beckons me to come hither

and meekly I comply.

For the impending doom

is now upon me

without hope of pardon.

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