Dark Betrayal
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my
naked soul. It smites me, and darkly my
blood drips to the fallen despairing leaves.
In a haze of shock I fall limply
while death surrounds me
Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes.
This is death
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