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The personification and emotional effects of death. |
| Darkness flows through a small quiet town As the hooded shadow walks making his rounds He came to claim - it’s his right Even on this calm and peaceful night A crying voice screams out in fright For she is his victim tonight A tear falls down a young Child’s face For his mother left the human race He holds her close as she grows cold A once life-full young woman became dead and old. A grave stone now sits where she lies To prove life is a gift so live it wise And always remember there may be some day, That the hooded dark figure may come your way. |