When all is quiet and the silence is still.
My mind is frozen to the clock of time.
Grappling with winter's icy sting in the autumn of my life.
Despair comes flooding the rooms of my mansion.
The blackest thoughts are with me now.
The demons come dragging their chains of brutality.
With grace and fury they come showing crimson colors.
The phantoms of destruction yield their great power.

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