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Night Ritual

White, Dave. Ghostship. July 1, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.
Around, all around, the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my essence drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In abject fear, I begged for forgiveness, while death loomed over me.
Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my doom.
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