Appointment in Semarra

I am death, I wear a cloak
With icy stares at darkest times.
I have my set agenda
Unfortunately his met mine…

I walked the markets of Baghdad
And saw a servant that I know
Shocked I tapped him on the back
But he screamed that he had to go.

Away he ran for some odd reason
And his master ran to me
“Why did you scare my servant?
And why did he have to flee?”

“I did not mean to” I replied
And simply shook my head
“I was to meet him in Semarra.”

Then he says… 

“That’s where he’s fled.”

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