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Author: syarha
Fiction Rated: M - English - General - Published: 10-08-06 - Updated: 10-08-06 - Complete - id:2259443

Never again…I am already dead.

I am nowhere…everywhere.

The ghost of a past returned.

A memory of a child.

An ebony haze of hellish shadows

I am nothing…everything.

Symbol of black death.

Obsidian heart hidden from mortal souls.

Raven-winged flames surround my body.

Ink-stained blood,

Blue-black scales have turned to dust.

Bones have become pitch.

Mirrored eyes have turned to steel.

My life, nothing but sable ashes of once-proud dignity.

Killed of spite, survived by hate,

Never again…will I rest in peace.

Too much hatred…keeps me here.

Twisted destruction is all that’s left.

I see clearly through my cold, dark hell.

I feed off terror; my breath

A plague of frost.

I am the midnight mockery of majesty.

I am the unending darkness of a fading sun.

I will never…be a memory.

I am the DeathMark.


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