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In The Moonlit Glen Where Shadows Creep,
A Lone Wolf Wanders, Her Secrets Deep,
With Eyes That Pierce The Veil Of Night,
She Moves With Grace, A Ghostly Sight.
Her Name Is Reaper, Dark And Bold,
A Tale Of Sorrow, Fierce And Cold,
Her Fur As White As Winter's Breath,
She Walks The Line 'Twixt Life And Death.
In Haunted Woods, Where Whispers Roam,
Reaper Makes Her Silent Home,
A Spirit Bound By Fate's Cruel Thread,
She Mourns The Lost, The Silent Dead.
Through Ancient Trees And Fields Of Bone,
She Treads The Paths Forever Alone,
Her Howl, A Dirge, A Mournful Song,
For Those Who Vanished, Lost And Gone.
Beneath The Stars, Her Vigil Keeps,
She Guards The Dreams Of Those Who Sleep,
With Every Step, A Soul She Saves,
Guiding The Lost From Shadowed Graves.
Yet In Her Heart, A Flicker Remains,
A Distant Hope Amidst The Pains,
For Even Reaper, Dark And Wild,
Seeks The Light, Though Fate Beguiled.
In Every Shadow, In Every Sigh,
She Sees The Past, The Tears Gone Dry,
A Guardian Of The Night She Stays,
Until The End Of All Her Days.
So If You Hear Her Haunting Call,
Know She Stands, Eternal, Tall,
Reaper, The Wolf Of Twilight's Seam,
A Living Legend, A Midnight Dream.
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