Passed On By

Death stalks nameless
Through the throngs at revelry
A fingertip touch
A game of devilry
Tendrils extending
Through daily frenzies,
Illness crouching hidden
Expounded by the tendencies
To mock the threat.

But Death stops in its tracks
At the blood above the door

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