Here’s one I’ve written in red… Left for Dead

Seeing red?
He was left for dead.
Getting cold and stiff,
with a subtle whiff.

The night so black,
hid the thud and the whack.
T’was a bat of wood,
he fell where he stood.

Robbed of a life,
he thought would  be long,
he was wrong!

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