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My Eleventh Hour
I pray the night falls before I see her face again
The one who wields a rapier of annihilation
Between the mournful howling of troubled winds
My ears twitch as she draws near with a piercing cry
Which cuts through the falling darkness
Causing the breeze to release its warm embrace
And bite at my skin with sharp ice cold teeth
My breath is now visible before the grimace on my face
And my heart beats to the rhythm of her stallion's gallop
To run would be a futile attempt to escape the inevitable
So I fall to my knees with my eyes to the ground ...