Gray ManA Poem by Pharosthe dealer of death himself...
Invisible to the eye,
Blended by the gray. Concealed like dagger, Disappearing right after. The master of disguise, Who blends with others. Holder of knowledge, Strikes like the thunder. The dealer of death himself, survives another day.
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Added on May 7, 2020 Last Updated on May 7, 2020 |