Fading Fast

From The Chronicles of Death

Fading Fast

Hidden in the alley way,
he kills to leave his mark.
The black of night has fallen,
he's surrounded by the dark.

The shining blade's reflecting,
a dance of blood it yearns.
Time is winding down for us
the "Reaper" takes his turn.

He came by way of shadows
and graveyards of the past.
When he leaves we'll go along
our lives are fading fast.

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