Darkness stirs within the mind, the soul, the thoughts.
Shadow surrounds the body, the heart, the presence.

Silence is all that which is given, despair is all that is wrought.
And death, is what all shall that be returned.

The reaper blades, the eyes of prevailing despair.
The aura of death, the wings of shadow.
Restricted by fate’s design, bound by human hands.

Left dying, until the bitter end.