January 25, 2010
Cold, harsh footsteps on a winter night's breeze
The cry of lost souls following
A cloak of blackness travels along
No one knows of his face
For those who have seen it are
Banished to the afterlife
Do not cry, child, for it is your destiny
To be felled by he, the harbinger of Death

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