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Re Mors, e-mail sent:

"I regret killing this one."

Eternally, Death

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🤩Brilliantly done!

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CLEVER!

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Mors picked among them

For the tired, broken, worn.

Vexed, he took them all.

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Tragic and well told. I really felt this one.

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Vexed is such a delicious word.

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😂 this made me laugh. That's totally happening

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My original last line was much darker, but I decided to switch it up and go for the dark comedy instead.

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Now I'm curious

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Eh, it’s a real mood killer, and probably anticlimactic now, too😂

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Haha okay

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I’m in a dark place today.

1.

Crimson petals fall

Mors whispers through withered leaves

Souls drift on the breeze

2.

Skeletal fingers

Grasp at fleeting life, in vain

Mors claims her tribute

3.

Echoes of last breaths

Mingle with the rustling reeds

Mors, the grim reaper

4.

Blood-stained moon rises

Mors dances in the shadows

Scythe gleams in the night

5.

Bones crunch underfoot

Mors, a grinning skull, watches

Autumn's deathly hues

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Absolutely gorgeous as always! I love the correlation of souls with dried leaves. Such a cool image. Also loving a blood-stained moon 🖤

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Thank you. Your prompts are intriguing.

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Pummel-punch-pierce-pound

Spurting-screaming-shriek... silent

Mors code of honor

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Ahhh I love it!

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I love your punctuation.

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