Silver’s Soul Price

The scythe blade edge gleams silver

as it glides along the skin,

skimming sordid deeds away

you did in darkest sin.

Now the reaper smiles at you

a bloody, soulless grin,

and laughs at what a fool you were

to think that you could

win.

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