When one meets the devil.
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He would come very soon,
first as a shadow in the darkness,
his profile illuminated by the moon,
he brought on spine-tingling fear,
to everyone who would come near,
horror ran through him like current,
dressed in dark clothing,
he stood in the shadows,
and he would never fail,
as death is described in chilling detail,
fear and haunting would meet,
like old friends they would greet,
he was invisible from the street,
which made him dynamic,
and anyone who meets him
would be seized by panic.
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