LONELINESS PERSONIFIED
The winding road fringed with darkness
The way to the dreaded abyss
A lonely traveler I encounter
The frosty air his lips kiss
As grey eyes meet black
A bond of sort is recognized
A mutual feeling of lack
That of loneliness personified
The wind howls, a smile intrudes
Upon the grim of our face
For even if our path concludes
Companions to be, is not our fate
The heavy irony of our collision
Passes with the wind unabating
A false world, an illusion
Gone in a second fleeting
The grim reaper walks in the distance
Ominous tremors, into the ground burrows
Fiery eyes filled with malice and patience
Scythe in hand, bloodied with fears and sorrows
A moment鈥檚 hesitation,
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