User:Nithalturin

I fly on wings of black, the gusts of pest and plague. I care not what you say, your reasons clear or vague. I seek you in your houses, I seek you in your homes, I seek you in the holy places, and where you keep the tomes. I was once dead and forgotten, but now I rule the streets. You can knock me on my back, but I'll always get my feet. Like my brother, red death, you won't stop me with walls. You can pile to the ceiling, still I will roam the halls. Light will darken as I pass, and all will fall to ruin. My voice is heard on the wind, and doom is coming soon. I smell your blood, and fear, I can smell it when you die. Madmen can hear me speak, lose your sanity if you try. My merest touch rends skin, but contagion's on my breath: feel the burn in your veins, my personal gift of death. I take you to the street so your last gasp is clean. Surrounded by my family, witness to your final scene. I am mold, I am decay, my flesh and mind are rotten. I have memories of life, but most will stay forgotten. You can't run, you can't hide, I laugh when you fight. I come while you sleep, and give you a hug good night. Here it is, back and forth, until the end of days. Life and death lost meaning, so forever they will play.

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