Mister Death

Cheryl Miller,
Who's your killer?
Man of shadows, Mister Death,
The man who stole your last breath.
He chose you, gave you a twirl.
Now you're his blueeyed girl.

Cheryl Miller,
What a thriller.
Was it Buddy, your old flame?
Is he and your killer one in the same?
Or was it Ralph, your new beau,
Who shot you down with Bobbi Jo?

Mister Death loves his blueeyed girls.
Their blood drips down like crimson pearls.
We're all waiting for that confession
That will finally answer the question:
Cheryl Miller,
Where's your killer?
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I wrote this for my English class in response to a book I read called Mister Death's Blue-Eyed Girls. Hope you enjoy!