There stands a tall and cloakéd man
Swirling winds across the land
Clutching downwards at his side
A shining, gleaming, threatening scythe
And drawing men to the ground
The final breath, that rasping sound
They follow now that toothéd grin
Knowing neither good nor sin
To lead away to worlds unknown
Where many souls before us go
Leaving grief and tortured some
For then again The Death has won















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Ikuto is so MINE!!! i've claimed him over at teh wonderful *bishie-stalker-club, of course!!
SHITASTIC link [link] i dare ya to click it!
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