Celer, Silens, Mortalis

Posted by Brad Osborne on December 23, 2020 · 21 Comments 

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I am a black spectre

A swift and silent wraith

Shadowless and unseen

An unrecognized form

A reaper of evil

Devoid of soul or sin

I am the penance bore

When the wicked seek rest

You cannot see or hear

But I am waiting near

My whisper means death

Arriving unannounced

I have trained for years

To bring your last minutes

Where patience always wins

At twice the speed of sound

I will see tomorrow

Whatever it may hold

But you will not

Fear not the pain I bring

You will be gone before

You can feel anything

Like flicking of a switch

You will simply depart

In the mauve puff of mist

Painted by a skilled hand

And death the mastered art

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