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Shadowed Man
Whispered words, silent sighs,
Scent of defeat lurks nearby,
Bloodstained death does not come packaged neatly,
Tears spent relentlessly for lost years that should be,
The shadowed man never smirks for his work is never complete,
Following close behind is a crimson sheet of metal,
Restless is the night,
A shroud of darkness masks the fright,
He waits at dusk for soul's last breath,
At last daylight the shadow taketh,
With last breath we vanquish,
No longer on this plane ot exist,
For some the scythe swings swift,
Others drift between the rift,
Of life and death.
