Death haunts me,
Like a shadow.
A black beast.
It evades light.
It lingers in the corners,
Of my soul.
No life can penetrate,
The ice it creates.
No amount of prayer or hope,
Can comprehend the despair,
It casts from its mind.
Death haunts me,
And follows me.
I must be prepared,
For the day it strikes.
When shadow and flesh collide.
When all is finally lost,
And the water from beneath deaths ice,
Cascades through my mortal being,
And my body is at peace.
Perhaps, my soul is too.

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