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In shadows deep, where whispers cease, A timeless dance, the end's release, Death's shroud, a cloak of velvet night, In quiet realms, where souls take flight.
A solemn passage, all must tread, Where earthly bonds are left for dead, Yet in this darkness, secrets keep, The mysteries of eternal sleep.
And as the stars their vigil keep, The reaper walks, in silence, deep, Cloaked in robes of darkest hue, He gazes at the sunset's view.
With skeletal hand and hollow stare, He stands alone, a spectral glare, But even Death finds solace yet, In nature's final vignette.
For in the fading light's embrace, He contemplates life's fleeting grace, The cycles turn, from dusk to dawn, In death, new beginnings spawn.
So as the sun dips low and red, The grim reaper bows his head, In reverence to the fading day, He lingers, then, he fades away.
- Poem by Grim7ReApEr576

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Description

In shadows deep, where whispers cease, A timeless dance, the end's release, Death's shroud, a cloak of velvet night, In quiet realms, where souls take flight.
A solemn passage, all must tread, Where earthly bonds are left for dead, Yet in this darkness, secrets keep, The mysteries of eternal sleep.
And as the stars their vigil keep, The reaper walks, in silence, deep, Cloaked in robes of darkest hue, He gazes at the sunset's view.
With skeletal hand and hollow stare, He stands alone, a spectral glare, But even Death finds solace yet, In nature's final vignette.
For in the fading light's embrace, He contemplates life's fleeting grace, The cycles turn, from dusk to dawn, In death, new beginnings spawn.
So as the sun dips low and red, The grim reaper bows his head, In reverence to the fading day, He lingers, then, he fades away.
- Poem by Grim7ReApEr576

Follow me on:
- Instagram --> www.instagram.com/alvarofernag…
- ArtStation --> www.artstation.com/alvaro-fern…

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