I caught death's eye,
his occular rampart
out the corner of mine own.
I quivered in his cool majesty-
I cried under the steel weight,
and when I thought it was over,
he plucked me from my purgatous stew.
A story-telling Spartan,
one with no right eye
had a greater fortune of dodging the devil
I suppose.
At the very least he had a shield.
I have two blinking eyelids.
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