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I am preparing a second book for publication. In the meantime, you can read the first one at this link -
www.amazon.com/dp/B0CBZC6FJ3

Also check my main page - www.deviantart.com/dissunder

Pencil HB, B6 + Ink + Watercolor Markers + Watercolor Pencils
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Through the tapestry of days so bright,
Demons march, shrouded in twilight.
Unseen they stride, beside mankind's pace,
Feeding off sorrow, leaving a trace.
Each footfall echoes in silent screams,
Woven into our waking dreams.
They dance amidst our joys and fears,
Feasting on hopes, drinking our tears.
In bustling streets, through cities vast,
The march continues, shadows cast.
In every corner, alley, and lane,
Their presence lingers, a haunting refrain.
While humans toil, love, and despair,
Demons weave webs with meticulous care.
In whispered doubts and shadows deep,
They sow the seeds their harvest will reap.
Yet, amidst this parade of gloom,
Some souls resist, refusing to doom.
For even as darkness seeks to bind,
The spark of humanity's will, they find.
But let this tale be a caution, clear:
The march of demons is always near.
In every choice, in every deed,
Guard your soul, and take heed.

Description
I am preparing a second book for publication. In the meantime, you can read the first one at this link -
www.amazon.com/dp/B0CBZC6FJ3

Also check my main page - www.deviantart.com/dissunder

Pencil HB, B6 + Ink + Watercolor Markers + Watercolor Pencils
_____________________

Through the tapestry of days so bright,
Demons march, shrouded in twilight.
Unseen they stride, beside mankind's pace,
Feeding off sorrow, leaving a trace.
Each footfall echoes in silent screams,
Woven into our waking dreams.
They dance amidst our joys and fears,
Feasting on hopes, drinking our tears.
In bustling streets, through cities vast,
The march continues, shadows cast.
In every corner, alley, and lane,
Their presence lingers, a haunting refrain.
While humans toil, love, and despair,
Demons weave webs with meticulous care.
In whispered doubts and shadows deep,
They sow the seeds their harvest will reap.
Yet, amidst this parade of gloom,
Some souls resist, refusing to doom.
For even as darkness seeks to bind,
The spark of humanity's will, they find.
But let this tale be a caution, clear:
The march of demons is always near.
In every choice, in every deed,
Guard your soul, and take heed.