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In the realm where shadows dwell and time stands still, Lies a guardian grim, a figure quite chill, CorpseWatcher by name, by nature, his role, A silent sentinel of the underworld's toll.
With eyes like the void, where no light dares pierce, He watches over the departed, his gaze fierce, In the hush of the crypts, through the whisper of ghosts,He stands as the keeper, an unyielding post.
The souls of the dead, in his care they reside, From the clutches of darkness, he lets none slide, Each spirit, each essence, he knows them by heart, Their stories, their endings, where they depart.
Not a specter escapes his eternal watch, Through the thin veil of realms, no evils encroach, With a presence as still as the death he oversees, CorpseWatcher endures, an unbreakable freeze.
His cloak billows out, like the night sky spread wide, an abyss that swallows all light inside, Yet in this deep darkness, a truth we find there,CorpseWatcher's vigil, a solemn affair.
For though he is stern, in the depths of his being, Lies a purpose most noble, beyond our mere seeing, To guard those at rest, to keep safe their repose,Against any who'd dare the peace to oppose.
So whisper a thanks to the one who stands guard, To the keeper of souls, in the graveyard's yard,CorpseWatcher, the silent, the respectful warden, Ensuring the dead sleep without any burden.
With eyes like the void, where no light dares pierce, He watches over the departed, his gaze fierce, In the hush of the crypts, through the whisper of ghosts,He stands as the keeper, an unyielding post.
The souls of the dead, in his care they reside, From the clutches of darkness, he lets none slide, Each spirit, each essence, he knows them by heart, Their stories, their endings, where they depart.
Not a specter escapes his eternal watch, Through the thin veil of realms, no evils encroach, With a presence as still as the death he oversees, CorpseWatcher endures, an unbreakable freeze.
His cloak billows out, like the night sky spread wide, an abyss that swallows all light inside, Yet in this deep darkness, a truth we find there,CorpseWatcher's vigil, a solemn affair.
For though he is stern, in the depths of his being, Lies a purpose most noble, beyond our mere seeing, To guard those at rest, to keep safe their repose,Against any who'd dare the peace to oppose.
So whisper a thanks to the one who stands guard, To the keeper of souls, in the graveyard's yard,CorpseWatcher, the silent, the respectful warden, Ensuring the dead sleep without any burden.
