The Shadows of Death Poem

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The shadows of death, they silently creep,
Through valleys dark and mountains steep,
With icy fingers and a haunting chill,
They cast their pall, with a sense of ill will.
They lurk in corners and hide in the night,
Shrouded in darkness, devoid of light,
Their presence eerie, their touch so cold,
A reminder that life is fragile and bold.
They whisper softly, in hushed tones low,
Invoking fear, wherever they go,
They dance in moonlight, with grace and gloom,
Casting shadows, like an omen of doom.
But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright,
For life's flame flickers, in the face of death,
Defying shadows, with every breath.
So, fear not the shadows, though they may loom,
For life's spirit shines, in the face of gloom,
Embrace the light, with courage and might,
And let your soul, be a beacon of light.