And Lastly, Death

I walk a path laden with shadows and frayed moonlight,
Scattered stars and the symphony of midnight.
Cobblestone paths and crumbling walls;
Whispers of wind through desolate halls.
The hoot of an owl and silent screams;
Scattered bones of broken dreams.
Crumbled parchment and a broken quill;
Bleeding ink and the breaking of will.
Dwindling sight and one last breath;
Darkness consumes, and lastly, death.

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