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#imagine the person you pine for dying constantly to pursue his goals
dnd-procrastinators · 3 months
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Death approaches him silently and swiftly
quiet as the farewell resting on those lips
gaze drifting away from the dark blood that drips
his trials etched into his skin, yet still he
greets Death with an easy smile all the same
uncaring of the path he’s set them both on
where he plays the game, Death is merely a pawn
awaiting each time He must come and take claim
Death searches for him often before his time
hoping to prolong their next fated meeting
Offering small comforts as he moves to climb
further from Death’s watchful gaze, His heart beating
for again he will grow cold, the toll will chime
and so Death gently mourns a life so fleeting
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