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Beneath the star-clad midnight veil, Rides death on hooves of cindered trail. A skeleton crowned in ember’s hue, Grim rider of the ashen queue. His steed, a forge of molten bone, Breathes fire in a ghostly tone. Its eyes ignite, a furnace glare, A nightmare sculpted from despair. Wheels of ruin carve the sand, Blazing furrows through the land. Each turn a dirge, each spark a hymn, To sing of realms both dark and grim. No mortal hand could halt his reign, Nor quench the fire, nor break the chain. The reins he holds, forged long ago, Were tempered in the world’s last glow. His hollow chest, no heart resides, Yet fury burns where silence hides. A spectral oath, his wrathful creed, To reap the sparks of mortal greed. So watch the skies and heed the ground, When whispers hiss and hooves resound. For where he rides, no life remains— Only ash, and fire, and blackened plains.
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Beneath the star-clad midnight veil, Rides death on hooves of cindered trail… A skeleton crowned in ember’s hue, Grim rider of the ashen queue. His steed, a forge of molten bone, Breathes fire in a ghostly tone. Wheels of ruin carve the sand, Blazing furrows through the land. Each turn a dirge, each spark a hymn, To sing of realms both dark and grim. No mortal hand could halt his reign, Nor quench the fire, nor break the chain. The reins he holds, forged long ago, Were tempered in the world’s last glow. His hollow chest, no heart resides, Yet fury burns where silence hides… A spectral oath, his wrathful creed, To reap the sparks of mortal greed! Wheels of ruin carve the sand, Blazing furrows through the land. Each turn a dirge, each spark a hymn, To sing of realms both dark and grim. So watch the skies and heed the ground, When whispers hiss and hooves resound. For where he rides, no life remains— Only ash, and fire, and blackened plains.
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