"Untitled" Poem

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Do you like this poem I made:

Around, all around the storm clouds gather.
My dread grows as the the dark lord's touch falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me and darkly my life's blood drips with the pale swirling dust.
In pain, I beg forgiveness while my death's shadow looms over me.
Now alone my bunch of tears falls upon my darkened eyes.
This is my death.

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