The night brings a heavy darkness.
Melancholy flames have entered my solitude.
Lost memories sting their thunder.
The demons bring their inquisitive grip.
Strangulating my soul to shreds.
My despair has found the blackness that bleeds in me.
Raging against the dying embers of time.
The reaper sings and dances with his hard clutching grasp.
Wrapped in the morning of the magicians.

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