A misty figure appears,
faintly out of  the shadows of night.
Shades of the darkest hole fill his eyes.
 Echoes of his footsteps fall near by.
Winter filling the air, pricks the skin.
Clouds start to gather darkening the vast heart.
Ache dawn down, like vultures in the sky.
Harsh winds consuming the last of breath.
Blood rushing to a halt.
A lifeless vessal left behind, still like a statue.
Nothing but silence left to linger in the room.

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