Darkness falls considering my demise
tricky, crafty, and often wise
to this I am the prize
Death comes seeking my soul
my carcass is in its goal
putting me in the fold
Destruction comes with all it's might
when it is time I must not fight
for this is its right
With out casualty, there is no Life
living on the edge of a knife
hopefully without strife
I see it coming, its visage in my eyes
it talks with me, tells me no lies
Now it takes me, there is no surprise
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