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During the early hours of eventide, in the season of winter, The last leaf that was tethered to a bough in vain did wither, My wizened...

A chill creeps in, a shiver down my spine Is this death's touch, a fading, cruel design? A silent nod, a whisper, "Judgment's nigh,...

The Grim Reaper paves its way into our lives uninvited, unwarranted (at times) unrecognizable (too). I live years long waiting for...

"I can feel your humongous umbra, Proceeding towards me with delitescent steps. I can negate your eldritch figure with mirth For you're...

The gossamer petals in a riot of colours that danced before my half-shut eyes Blur and fade away as I am pushed into the grey well of...