Death, black and white
floor tiles, muttering under hood,
as the skeleton fingers
stuff buried in sand clock shows.
Finally found one that to
disengage shelves of the nearest
bring candles. It holds that the light
bounce it and staring into the
reflected pinpoint sparkle.
In the shimmering szemgödörnek
rigid gaze encompasses the world turtle
as the rows deep through space, as well as the
all scarred comet, meteor-riddled
armor. Death knows that one day
Great A'Tuin you will die;
then it will be a challenge.
But look at the focus of the
Puck blue-green magnificence of which
slowly revolves around her little waltz
during the day.