dark sky
Life is death, grim to its cold breath and harsher then the reapers scythe, wings wider then the black raven piercing the black sky an abyss of sorrow and sadness the cloak of the unknown and death of young and rebirth of old, tis the curse life is death death is life nothing is there but the shallow scream isolated in darkness a silhouette of a shadow that was never there the breathing of the dead and silence of the living stars fading as the universe collapses into a damp foot print left by the unknown-Devon Andersondark sky
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