The Skull Poem

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In the dark and eerie night,
Beneath the pale moon's haunting light,
Lies a skull, a grim and eerie sight,
A relic of mortality's might.
Its hollow sockets, empty and wide,
Once housed eyes that saw the world outside,
Now glazed over with a ghostly tide,
A testament to time's relentless stride.
Its grinning teeth, sharp and white,
Once chomped on life with hunger's might,
Now silent in eternal night,
A reminder of mortality's blight.
What secrets does this skull hold?
What stories left untold?
A witness to tales of old,
A silent sentinel, stark and bold.
A reminder of our fleeting days,
In this earthly mortal maze,
A symbol of life's transient phase,
A testament to death's embrace.
So heed the lesson, if you will,
As you gaze upon this skull, so still,
A reminder to live with thrill,
For time's relentless march, it will fulfill.