Remembrance of My Death
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and slowly my life's blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In numbness, I hang my head while Death's shadow approaches.
Now alone, my essence falls upon cold eyes.
This is death.
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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