Me: Create a dark poem about the man's inevitable death by snail
In shadows deep,
where the air is stale,
A man entwined in a
grim, fateful tale.
A snail, a harbinger
of doom so slow,
Creeps closer, where
darkened waters flow.
Silent slime, a
trail of impending fate,
The man, unaware,
sealed by cruel bait.
Inch by inch, the
snail's deadly dance,
A morbid waltz, a
lethal advance.
No swift reaper,
this gastropod small,
Yet destiny lingers
in its slimy crawl.
A venomous touch, a
sinister kiss,
A slow descent into
eternal abyss.
As seconds tick, the
man's breath fades,
Life ebbs away in
dark, silent shades.
A final chapter
scripted by fate's cruel scrawl,
Death's embrace,
delivered by a snail so small.
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