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A lifeless form, 
shrouded in a dark and evil shadow. 
A ghostly apparition, 
that lingers in the gloom of twilight. 
relentlessly pursuing us through half-lit forests. 
Unceasing footsteps echoe in the night, 
lingering incessantly one silent step behind, 
remorselessly hovering in the sound of our own heartbeat. 
Icy talons grope to devour our souls 
and impale themselves in our eternal spirit. 
We hold our breath, 
we pause to rest, 
but still it haunts us - 
this spectre - Death !