DEMONIC WRAITHS
In the night they howl and moan in utter pain and sorrowful pain these demonic wraiths from the other sidethey come to terrorize those of us who feel ad see the ethereal freeze,all the while screaming,growling,cursing to put fear into our life's blood for eternity's
feel the cold hearted reaper his touch so ashen old,gently brushing your cheek with his immemorial scythe just to let you know lest you forget " i am here and near old friend and your time so short when it comes, soon my child soon your soul it shall be mine"....
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