The Shadow Waits
It Stands in the shadows, ever waiting for another.
Its Mans greatest escort to the underworld.
What it takes, is not always Life, But a marriage, a job, or just hope
and never does it look back.
Sometimes it lingers, in patience and silence before it uses its power.
Those who abuse, Steal, or molest, your crimes are not always scene, but the dark one
will make this world clean.
He watches and waits for the moment you take your last Breath, the
Shadow known as Death.
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