Death walks on.
Eeriness and sadness
Follow him like dogs.
Growing terror
Haunts those he has come for
Icy coldness creeping down there spines
Just like fingers.
Keeping his hounds close, for he is
Lost in death itself.
Mourning killed his soul
No comforts,
Obdurate to all and
Passionless to life, is Death
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