Grim Reaper Prophecy
"In shadows deep where whispers weave,
I summon fate, make none believe.
With scythes of night and echoes dire,
I claim your soul; my whispers conspire.
A dance of doom, where darkness grows,
Through veils of time, the ending flows.
In silence, I reap, with no remorse,
For every breath, I chart the course.
So tread with care, in twilight's grip,
For every secret, a deathly trip.
The Grim Reaper’s tale is never shy,
In the realm of echoes, where dreams comply."
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