In the early morning hours, in the silence of the night,
To the shadows softly clinging, staying always out of sight.
A figure dressed from head to toe, in the darkest stygian black,
Heads towards a lonely grave, undeterred upon his track.
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Wow Juan, I really like the darker depth of this one. Pathos and intrigue and mystery so well blended. A masterpiece.