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Final Frost

The Final Frost is coming
Death is knocking at the door
Scythe gleaming in the moonlight
The blade covered in ice

Pain is replaced by numbness
Sorrow is no more
Feeling like an empty shell
The Final Frost has come

Draped in ethereal shadow
Dusted by flakes of snow
No breath escapes the immortal frame
The Final Frost is done

Without the chill of death
It slowly loses form
Melting down into the ground
Taking life back to the earth





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