Hallowed halls of misty moonlight, Web draped corridors, dark and tomb-like, Walk with me throughout my mind, Feel my heartbeat, feel my rhyme. Rest your thoughts and drift within me, Floating through the veils of memory, Spirits wander down a spiral staircase, Leading somewhere, going no place.  You stare at me with such confusion, Can this be a tortuous illusion? The sound of your pulse grows ever distant, Could this be the end of your existence? I hold you close, yet not embrace, My lips touching yours as I caress your face, And as you exhale, I take your final breath, For I'm your last love, an Angel of Death.  
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