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Blood on the hands of the beholder

Stares forth into his being

A presence it lurks for the spirit

Inside his mind

Consciousness slips

A state of grey and bleak

Swirling to the everlasting void

Slowly seeps into the skull

Startled and woken

Dream or nightmare

The aether seeps from his wounds

Drifting further into the realm

Awaiting the eternal joy of cold

Translucent essence of the void

Moon beams illuminate

Fog obscures the vision

A white haze of enigma

Pale white surrounding

Aether of the moon