Behold the eternal night. Crowned with dazzling diamonds of light. The
enchanting moon riding across the ocean of darkness. Death moves silently
through the door; stretching fort Her icy cold fingers to encoil the soul to
be called to the Light. Behold even still, how affectionate Death is to such a weary traveler, the
distinct remembrance of hearth and home retained.
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