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Death and Castiella
Her silver eyes met his blue
As Death glided into the room
She watched silently
Waiting for her chance
He smiled and strode to their spot
Death waited for her
She went to him slowly
And climbed into his lap
Her silver eyes met his again
She smiled
They began to speak
Of things no one knows
What an odd pair
They did make
A silver eyed black curly hair little girl
Sitting in Deaths lap
What a beautiful scene to witness
Death and the precious Castiella
As Death glided into the room
She watched silently
Waiting for her chance
He smiled and strode to their spot
Death waited for her
She went to him slowly
And climbed into his lap
Her silver eyes met his again
She smiled
They began to speak
Of things no one knows
What an odd pair
They did make
A silver eyed black curly hair little girl
Sitting in Deaths lap
What a beautiful scene to witness
Death and the precious Castiella
Published 10th Apr 2017
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