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Beneath a moon that hangs so large and bleak, A figure rides where the shadows speak. Its steed a skeleton, fierce and grand, Gallop through the dust of a forsaken land.
The rider, a sentinel of doom and dread, With a crown of silence upon its head. Its bony fingers grip the reins so tight, As it leads the march through the endless night.
The ground it quakes with each hollow stride, Where the living hide and the dead preside. Above, the bats in a frantic flight, Circle the scene of this ghostly knight.
An army follows, silent and swift, Through the graveyard's fog and the tectonic rift. Their swords are raised, their purpose clear, In the wake of the end, they feel no fear.
The sky is a canvas of despairing gloom, As they ride to meet an impending doom. A world in its twilight, cold and stark, Where the harbinger’s path leaves an eternal mark.

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Beneath a moon that hangs so large and bleak, A figure rides where the shadows speak. Its steed a skeleton, fierce and grand, Gallop through the dust of a forsaken land.
The rider, a sentinel of doom and dread, With a crown of silence upon its head. Its bony fingers grip the reins so tight, As it leads the march through the endless night.
The ground it quakes with each hollow stride, Where the living hide and the dead preside. Above, the bats in a frantic flight, Circle the scene of this ghostly knight.
An army follows, silent and swift, Through the graveyard's fog and the tectonic rift. Their swords are raised, their purpose clear, In the wake of the end, they feel no fear.
The sky is a canvas of despairing gloom, As they ride to meet an impending doom. A world in its twilight, cold and stark, Where the harbinger’s path leaves an eternal mark.