The ominous black wisp slithered through the night,
Hunting for a beacon of light.
Whispering secrets of forgotten fears,
Echoing cries from ancient years.
It prowled the shadows, unseen, unheard,
A silent phantom, its presence blurred.
In search of hope, it roamed the dark,
A relentless quest, leaving no mark.
Through moonlit glades and silent groves,
It drifted past where no one goes.
With every...
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