In the shadows where the whispers dwell,

I carved my name with every fell.

With each scar, a story’s told,

Of a past that’s twisted, bold.

Through the night, under the moon’s pale gaze,

I’ve forged a path no one can erase.

No mercy I ask, no plea for grace,

Just the end of what we once embraced.

I’m the final chapter, in ink and blood,

A legacy that none can undo.

In the darkness, I stand proud,

A tale of shadows, forever loud.

The echoes of the ancient cry,

Echoes of a sinister sky.

A plot that spans beyond the sky,

A legacy that will not die.

As the dawn breaks, I’m still here,

A figure from the past, clear.

In the final act, I wear the mask,

Of a spirit that will never ask.

I’m the final chapter, in ink and blood,

A legacy that none can undo.

In the darkness, I stand proud,

A tale of shadows, forever loud.