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In the quiet of night,

Amidst shadows and blight,

The paradox of death 

decay,

Entwined
in macabre ballet

slips away like sand

death's cold grip tightens,

Flesh once rosy,

sickly pallor,

a hollow lifeless shell.

creeps in with relentless force

time's cruel march
Bones and teeth, bleached like snow.

A final peace,
end of pain

A journey into the unknown

this darkened dance,

but fleeting in chance,

Let death and decay 

release from pain,

a fleeting breath,

death's embrace draws closer

icy warmth

Flesh once vibrant, now withered and frail,
A shell that once housed a life, now empty, pale.

Decay creeps in, a relentless force,

Skin once smooth, now weathered and worn,

Bones and teeth, a testament to the years they've borne.

twisted and strange,

A final release,

a respite

journey into the unknown
where only the spirit goes.

no fear

this darkened dance,

For life is but fleeting chance

shadows roam,

it looms

A macabre dance,

haunting tune,

Clocks unwinding

The creeping force of time gnaws as we approach our final doors,

Our bodies decay and rot.

And yet in death, there lies a peace,

a final sleep. 

A journey into the great unknown deep.