distant angel archive
wet day, wet grass
by Richard Boesch, Damian Hammett and Kris King
Ding Dong … Death Calling
There's a knock at the door which swings open wide,
And a sinister figure in black steps inside.
“Fire your housekeeper, this place is a hole,
But enough of the smalltalk, I've come for your soul”.
“I'm too young too die!”, I cry in dismay,
“Must it be my soul that you take away?”
“Your friend's souls will do if you give them to me:
A pretty good bargain, one soul for three!”
Such a tough choice for me to make,
To die myself, or my friend's lives to take.