I may not envy a shrouded man's soul
as he walks in front, I watch nevermore for
those whom I will claim in the time of day.
I walk alone for eternity, yet,
I stand close to many. They fear my scythe.
Screams and cries for mercy when I come forth.
Feelings are foreign to me, unknown by
many I crave to wish, to desire.
I watch as mortals live and laugh. The sun
touches them as the moon lightens their night.
Love they feel, pain they experience. I wish
to feel what they feel whether good or bad
I lust for a companion to share and
to love. I wish for a simple mortal life.
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