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Death

A black armor he's wearing,
covering his skeletal framing.
Upon a white horse he came riding,
Destroying everything to ashes and
bones in his path.
Some tried to defend with arrows,
some offered unfathomable jewels.
But in convincible is he,
Both pauper and kings had to bow.
Holding the ebony flag in his hand,
victory he claims over man.
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