Round , all around, The dark memories gather,
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart.
It crushes me, and silentley my blood drips to the thirstey earth.
In agony I cry out , "Why?"
While deaths shadow surrounds me.
Now,alone my soul falls against darkend eyes.
This is death, By Ami
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