In the stillness of night, where silence cradles the world, Death glides softly,
A spectral figure cloaked in a shroud of shadows,
He weaves through the desolate air with a gentle whisper,
An ephemeral presence that dances, elusive and unaware of his surroundings.

Suffering wears a mask of unrelenting cruelty,
Her heart heavy with burdens, a profound emptiness echoing within,
She lingers in the dim corners of the spirit,
An incessant ache—a silent, desperate plea trapped in darkness.

The body bears scars like a detailed map...