Crimson DEATH

In a sea of white, a figure stark,
Dark and slender, in a crimson arc.
A robe of mystery, a silhouette so thin,
Roaming the void, where silence has been.

Eyes unseen, shadows dance and play,
A freaky waltz in the pale light's sway.
Skinny tendrils whisper in the empty air,
A spectral dance, a haunting affair.

Lost in the expanse, where emptiness thrives,
A lone wanderer with crimson archives.
In the vastness, a spectral ballet,
A figure cloaked in twilight's array.

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