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There was a man sitting at a table
Penning words in a darkened ink
His hand writing with an urgency
For he had not long to use this voice

His hand made lovely penmanship
Dancing swirls and shapely curves
Delicate as the voice he spoke
Gently commanding attention

Unfamiliar foreboding tones
Had gently reached his ear
Pulling his head up away
As his hand ceased its work

He lay the pen down, and gazed around
Soft whispers echoing in his mind
A lit lamp resting upon the table
Dancing was the flame inside

He noticed a peculiar behavior
A sort of jerk to its routine
A wave to and fro oft'
Followed by a brief dim

The flame would shrink half its size
Then return with utmost speed
Jerking more frequently
As the windows joined in sync

Vibrating occasionally
Humming ever-so softly
His shadow twirled and swirled
Bent and crept around the room

The whispers gained volume
Began to be more clear
They spoke of an impending visit
One that he knew not to fear

He had been expecting a visit
Now for quite some time
He was actually quite prepared
For he knew it was now to come

His kettle began to call
Sounding ready for the drinks
Those that he would serve
To the three of his guests

The drinks were poured in glass
While the man held his place
Waiting patiently for the whispers
To announce the new arrival

A sudden extinguish to the flame
Hard crack in the window's pane
A loud whisper coming from
Within the newly blackened room

The darkness was soon cut short
My the man lighting mystic torch
Which filled the room eldritch green
And illustrated the changes of the scene

Three humanoid silhouettes now stood
Just feet beyond light's reach
The mysterious expected company
To take their place upon the table

They had seated and looked at him
Now each of them clearly show
Signs of decay and decompose
Each of the faces that he greeted

Three skulls glow softly green
And three pairs of boney hands
Joined and reached for the man's
As he took two into his own

They now shared many words
Some loving, scolding, and even praise
They spoke of times of old
And even of times to come

For hours they regaled
Before parting their own ways
Another visit planned soon to come
As the man now needs rest

They held one another close
And shared kind farewells
Kindest hearts and sweetest souls
See not death to be the end of love

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