The Wraith

I am the cold light of dawn
The darkness before the moon
A wisp of smoke from the unlit briar
Burning bones amongst the fire

Full of pain
Full of hate
For my doom
All of you wait

Setting sun and burning stone
The one you should all leave alone
For in your mind I always dwell
I'm that thing you fear
The darker self

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