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Death of a Poppet

There is the thunderous blaze of swirling color. With considerable courage, as we have seen how overwhelming it is. But the pain runs deeper now and the grief is far beyond consolation, possessed of a terrible anguish as chilling death rattles alone, mourn the passing. Bereft of all hope and utterly grief-stricken. But the colors are fading fast now and sinks back into darkness.