A shade, in shadow, approaches the dark
Etched in black, untethered, and stark
An unreal, apparition, from ebony's, cast
But nothing's there, except what's passed
With some foreboding, or the reaper's sign
What was once, will be, once upon a time
For without a reflection, no trace, persists
The soulless, condemned, to the dire abyss
The shade, in shadow, will leave no wake
Invisibly evanescing, into a state, opaque
Though a trace may linger, in admonition
It's merely, a final phase, of an apparition
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