Blood and Bone
In the shadows deep, where darkness falls, A haunting presence, death's own call. Whispers echo, cold and grim, A tale of fate, both dark and dim. No rhyme or reason, just chaos untamed, A symphony of violence, where souls are maimed. The hand that wields the deadly blade, Leaves trails of sorrow, in its deadly parade. No remorse, no guilt, just a twisted desire, To extinguish life, to stoke the fire. A dance of death, with no end in sight, A macabre spectacle, born of the night. Silent footsteps, a hunter's grace, Stalking victims, with a chilling embrace. Each life that is extinguished, is a story untold, In this realm of darkness, where secrets unfold. With every breath, a life is taken, A heart ceases, a body is forsaken. No mercy is given, No mercy is shown, Just An endless cycle, of blood and bone.
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