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Through the eyes of another These people are blind to my powers,
They are aware of me for only seconds,
Then i disappear
like a dove flying into the horizon
I take from them, the things they love most
A dream,
A loved one,
the light of their life,
their dove.
I come as a thief in the night,
unnoticed yet somehow expected.
I take what I come for,
and leave in the disturbance of things.
These people, they curse me and swear,
When they are cursed and sworn to end.
I do only my job,
Some people Respect me,
most hate me,
For I am cursed as one being,
The messanger of Darkness,
The reaper of Souls,
The one they call Death.
