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In twilight's reach where shadows creep,
Death stirs awake from a slumber deep.
Shuffling the folds of it’s cloak
For the courage to kill, choking life till smoke.

Bits of maroon shattered mirror fell,
And with it came down the magic of life’s spell.
The search for guts led to revisiting death’s long-sealed heart.
The film of love by life-giving life to death, a haunting bequeath.

In a movie of worship, where shadows kneel,
Life poured tainted tea, helpless with fate waiting to seal.
Each sip, a scene played, betrayal's cruel art,
Death’s heart, a prop in his tragic part.

The dance of the life now shrouded in dread,
As Death plots and schemes, where love once had tread.
With every heartbeat, a promise, a vow,
To hunt down the spark that abandoned him now.

Would agony be his slave if life hadn’t killed him?
He wondered as he hunted for valor to make it even.
Would satisfaction touch his heart if it was not already lifeless?
At this moment, finding himself at his door would be justice.

In an old almirah, it lay, the dagger and maybe enough bravery
He picks it up and marches forward to slash the chains of slavery.
With every step, the air grew thick with dread,
Seven minutes morphed into torment’s thread.

He found her in the eyes of two heartstrings,
Weaving beads of what he was once fed, it stings.
Their love, a cruel mockery of what once was his,
Each laugh a sharp echo of the warmth he'd miss.

Their eyes meet, his mirrors revenge, hers mirrors eternal rest.
A collision of fates, hesitation confessed.
Death and Life brush against each other,
A void where existence was blur.

Two finite entities create infinity- no truths, no lies
As death finally meets himself, steals herself from life.
A supposed moment of torment turns into divine contentment
Mistakes in vengeance are often incandescent.

Life meets Death, and he faces himself,
Revenge wins at last, casting light on their hidden shelf.
One fades to eclipse, the other revives,
Beyond the definition of romantics, only vengeance survives.
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