Death has a Secret.
I know.
'YOU KNOW NOTHING!'. He says to me tersely.
Oh yes, Death has a secret.
I saw.
You see, we both travel on the same Planes of Death,
‘Tis much easier that way, a less...traveled road, you could say.
Death has a secret.
Listen closely, for I'll not get another chance to tell.
Travelling one night on the Planes of Death.
A millennia from here to there.
I saw Him. Dancing...Yes dancing.
Like a Swan.
I saw.
Black Robes flowing about, nothing there.
Yes, the Grim Reaper of the Dance.
I laughed. He looked my way.
Very angry was he, that I saw.
'WHO ARE YOU, THAT YOU TRAVEL HERE IN MY LAND?'
He spat at me.
Oh me? No one, just a fellow traveler passing through on my way to forever.
Yes, Death has a secret.
Death likes to dance.
So be watchful now that you know his secret.
Beware of the Dance of Death.
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