In the dark deep shadows, where whispers hush,
the dark touch creeps, a silent hush.
A caress unseen, a chilling grace,
it paints the night in somber embrace.

Moonlight fades, as shadows dance,
the dark touch weaves its mystic trance.
A velvet cloak, a midnight's kiss,
itlingers on in the abyss.

Through starless realms and corridors black,
the dark touch leaves its eerie track.
Soft tendrils cold, like midnight's breath,
it whispers secrets, foretells of death.

Yet, in the dark, a beauty lies,
a moonlit glow in the dark touch's eyes.
A paradox, this mystic art,
where shadows meet, and worlds depart.

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