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Stirs of echoes ripples the shadows

darkness decends like stair of vertigo

voices carry a sudden whispers ascending.

With faces impaling, their pain and misery bending.



The ripple bind is undone

of incomplete lives gone

before their impending time

missing the living, haunting the undead.



Vengance is served within a cold mist

that grapes with ghostly arms that touch not.

Just the presence of memories fading fast

from the graveyards and ally ways

come together as one.



Shadows come alive with raging light,

and dogs howel out form the night.

They whimper with such fright with tails between their furry little legs they run.



Death walks amongthem this night,

silent killer of mortal and Gods alike.

Stirs the echoes of shadows and light,

defiance the pale faced deliverer comes to smite.