Under the pale moon's glare, the reaper's silent song, A dance of spectral fire, where the dead belong. Through the veil of suffering, where shadows intertwine, A heart beats in defiance, against the march of time. A scream into the nothing, a cry to end the pain, Or a struggle for the morning, to rise once again. Through blood and tears, the struggle is there, The choice is yours, to stand or kneel. In the end, a final breath, the silence comes for all, will you face the endless night, or heed the dawn's call? The grave is cold and silent, but the fire within still burns, In the heart of darkness, the will to live returns. Life or death, a choice to make, in the darkness, spirits break. The abyss calls, the light fades, in this realm where hope decays. Eternal night or dawn's embrace, the path you walk, your own to trace. In the shadowed halls of fate, its too late.

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