Dear Death, 06/06/06

I come to you to tell you a tale,
a tale of crime death and despair.
A tale so sad, and long it made Satan cry.
I will only tell the truth, I shall not lie.
It's so madding it made God rip out his hair.
I shall now tell the tale:

Long ago in a land faraway, in a time

oh so very forgotten. They was a man

who lived all alone, in a shack far up

the hill. Everyday he left the hill, and

went into the forest. He would whisper

a chant, into the woods and open up a

door. The door shall open, and reveil a

land that shalln't be seen again. There

was a young maiden in there, oh so

beautiful and fair. She would sing to

the man and renew his Heath, for he

was 666 years old. One day the young

maiden died, and thy spell had been

removed. In her last moments of life

she watched as the man she sang for

die infrount of her, he became

shriveled, crumbled, and dark. His skin

like that of tar. She looked up to see the

brightest star in the sky disappear

before her eyes, that is when she

relized. She shook her head and cryed,

in her last final breath she whispered...

I love you

Thank you for listiong to my tale, I wish for you to no longer fail, at telling your loved one that you love them, unlike the young maiden, who now lives Satan. Goodbye - The Man or The Grim Reeper.