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In the land of twilight where the shadows dwell. A shadow once lived to hide from her hell. There she would dwell till she surpassed her hell. Her life had perished and only death remained. A blade and a robe were all in her domain. A deadly foe she was in any tale to tell. A reaper sent to escape her hell.
In the land of twilight here the shadows all dwell. Of death and pain she built her dynasty and she, the lord over all. Of ghost and goblins and shadows they were all in her to claim. Pain...pain is what she brought everywhere she went that is all she wrought. A gasp...A flail...A fading endless scream...A boy forever in her dreams. Her scythe was quick and silent was her grasp. A faint touch would be your last. To fall into and endless well...A well of oblivion...to the land of Twilight here you shall dwell with her in this hell. She left again the very next day to reap a young soul still at play. To reap was her curse ever a burden only she could bear. Her beauty gone her curse complete. 10,000 years for her to wait. These souls she reaped were prone to hate, their happy lives given to fate. She is full of hate...not of other but for herself...the boy in her dreams ever a painful thought, his beauty a dream long disapated...his touch mearly a forgotten feeling...