A gaunt ivory face flashes under a thick onyx black hood
Raven fabric cascades in ripples like crystal water
Lifeless obsidian eyes pierce the swirling argent mist
Stretched marble skin covers a skeletal hand
Sour breath curls with a rasping sound from icy lips
A razor sharp scythe flashes in the glistening silver moon rays
Sparkling ancient constellations cast their steady, white sapphire glance on the earth
The coal cloak rustles as he gracefully wanders the crumbling, marble ruins
Bleached, broken skulls litter the ashen, ragged stone
Lost souls twirl in pewter forms around the silent, forgotten land
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