I am the darkness that haunts you,
I am the shackles that bind you,
I am the whispers in the shadows,
I am the echoes in your nightmares,
I am the storm that never settles,
The tempest of unshed tears.

I am the anthem of the undead,
The world where life and death
Lose their thread.
A formless creature crawling
Through your deepest fears.

I am the chains that hold you tight,
But in those grips, you may find your might.
I am the night, the moonlit sorrow,
A glide in the shadows,
A tomorrow that no one knows.

I am the mirror mirroring your strife,
A journey through the labyrinth of life.
But within this darkness, you'll find the key,
To unleash the power that sets you free.

I am the little fireflies of hope within,
A silent symphony, where conquest begins.
Through the echoes,
your spirit retrieves,
A story of resilience that forever cleaves.

The moment you find me,
All your grieves will find peace.
The veils of shadiness
clash with the brightness.
People cross barriers seeking me,
They resort to unheard means,
Just to find liberation within me.

I am not easily attained,
I am not gentle with love,
I part loved ones,
Halt unsaid words 
from completion,
And they name me —
Death.

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