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The dark is coming.
Swiftly, silently, all hope is gone.
None will be spared.
It creeps into the core of light, engulfing.

The cold is coming.
Forcefully, beautifully, numbingly.
All good is frozen.
The warmth of love and light is lost to oblivion.

Death descends.
It reaches out with despair and loss, the beating of an innocent heart is stilled.
All light is gone.

Hope is the last to fade.
All good is lost, evil is left to triumph in its place.
The hope that was once in abundance is no more.

The dark has won.