All you'll ever see is my shadow.
All you'll feel of me is a cold breeze.
All you'll hear of me is a whisper in the night.
The barest scent of death is in the air.
By the time you know I'm there- I'm gone.
The only signs that I was ever there...
A growing darkness,
A spreading chill,
And two drops of red.
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