Okay, here goes.
From Night to Evening, night again
I Passed without a word
Unless it were that in the passing
The voice of death was heard
And maybe it was for that voice
That I was named anew
As the curse upon my wielder
grew yet stronger as he slew.
Until at last his life I claimed
As my name he called his own.
To forget the blood of friendships
and quiet the spirits' moan.
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