Skin as white as snow,
Hair as black as the cold and creepy night,
But he is no Snow White.
Perfect skin, ageless, timeless,
Straight hair sticking up in odd places
Yet a horrific kind of pretty.
All lights go out,
The air turns icy,
When he enters the room.
When his eyes are on you,
It is a sign
You are the next to go.
Beautiful, yet frightening.
Seems kind, yet he terrors.
He is not to be trifled with.
For he will get you.,
All of you,
Eventually.
He is
Death.
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