My Enemy

Death shall be yours soon,
The last tear rolls down my cold cheek.
Forsaken, I for a rich dream;
You enjoy your winning streak.
Run, she follows you;
Her black cloak invisible and her breath reek.
The dark woods would shelter you;
Make it your home and beseech.
You have to live my enemy to meet again;
It’s me who would put you to sleep.
I would bring flowers to your grave,
And remember those kisses long and deep.

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