Day of Souls

Let this be known to all that care,

That not a soul should take such a dare,

For on the day that I suddenly died,

My dare was given that I hide,



Indeed I hid, but the wrong place did I choose,

An apartment none other would peruse,

I opened the door thinking I was clever,

Until I came upon the bodies, severed.



When I thought to turn around,

The once nice lady is what I found,

With one hand around a knife,

She deftly took my young life.



Here, today, is the Day of Souls,

And today is the day my head rolls.