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In the silence of the darkest hour,
A life was taken by a fleeting power.
Blood and regret in the moon’s pale glow,
A shadow cast by an unseen hand,
In the quiet aftermath’s embrace,
The guilt etched deep upon a face.
No glory in the act, no pride to claim,
Just the weight of shadows and a haunting name.
In the stillness, a soul must bear,
The burden of the life laid bare.
A silent plea in the night’s deep swell,
For forgiveness that words can never tell.
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