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Beneath the dying embers of a forsaken sky,

Whispers of the void call from shadows high.

A pallid moon wanes, devoured by the night, Its gaze bereft, pale beacon of blight.

Through maelstrom winds, the wraiths ascend, Carrying grief where the heavens rend.

Silent stars weep tears of black, Eclipsing the path, no turning back.

In the cold embrace of the astral sea, A void-bound hymn resonates endlessly. Wings of frost enshroud the flame, An endless winter without a name.

Far beyond the light's cruel reign, Dwells a solace found only in pain.

A kingdom built from sorrow's spine, Where forgotten souls eternally pine.

Shadows of anguish, eternal and vast, Carve their verses in the marrow of the past.

A hymn to despair, in endless dusk, Beneath the veil, where gods turn to dust.

Eternity yawns, a fathomless chasm, A bleak requiem for all that has been. In the heart of oblivion, I lay my soul bare,

A wanderer lost in desolation's snare.