the 'Death'
unknowingly,
flowing with darkened fluvial flow,
creeping slowly upon,moving along our bones,
propelling a chill into his midst,
dealing a deathening blow,
unfortunately,
bring forth the backwash,
a horrifying decay of soul.
specking shred by shred away,
sluggishly,
inflicting amphitudinous dolor,
should it brought him to his dull end,
he couldn't have been any happier...
~wraith
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