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I dropped the -ed from 'overwhelmed,' it's not proper english of course, but I'm saying his presence is not overwhleming the room, not vice versa which is what the -ed suggested..a tiny change...but yea..... I've met Death..a handsome devil, that one.. His eyes made of the algae you shall choke beneath Sable hair to make him dark -butnottall....just petit enough that his presence not be overwhelm His cheekbones chisled from the stone that shall rest at your head ..And a soft voice..Ah! with which he sings a world you want to see - or so says he.. It goes unnoticed by most. He takes his time, you drink his wine.. A few sips is all he needsto hypnotise your mind. You meet him once, he steals your eye, so that you may not see the beauty in the life abound. You meet him twice, he steals your heart, so that you may not feel the yearning love you do part. You meet him thrice, he steals your lung so that you may not breathe the flowers that make your smile ..it has begun - the final act, within which he strangles your conscious mind.. To utter the last word before the curtain falls is a luxury to behold I've met Death..a handsome devil, that one.. I know he knew with that glimmer smiling warmly from his eye. I tried to tell them, but worried he needn't be - no one believed me! I tried to keep him at bay, Oh, how I tried! Buthe wasn't going away. He knew I knew, but a word he didn't say. His song of silk was not spun for me today ..but we'll meet again - For Dr.Jonathan -