Dismal Delights: ₥̸̢͒Ø̵̹͒Ɽ̸͔̅₴̶̟́ ̶̲̇Ɇ̶̳̑₮̸̦̐ ̸͈̈́₮̵̺̀Ɽ̵͕̅ł̷̲͝฿̷̓ͅɄ̷̖̄₮̶̖̿₳̷̢͐

In twilight’s market, where mortality weaves, Silent barters cast, as the forlorn grieves. Commodities of flesh, in whispered deceives, The Reaper’s loom spins, as the living bereaves.

Shrouded in veils of the unyielding dusk, An alabaster grin, beneath a visage of musk. His fingers, talons of inevitability, brusque, Scribing ledgers of souls, in twilight’s husk.

Through the somber aisles, specters tread, Bartering silence for the echoes of the dead. A currency of sighs, the pale moons shed, While the heart's crimson tax is quietly bled.

Beneath the cosmos, indifferent and stark, A transaction of breaths, in shadows embark. Upon this charade, a spectral watermark, "Dues of Existence," carved into the dark.

For in the end, when all accounts are tallied, And the cold earth embraces the rally, 'Tis but a dance of numbers, balanced slyly, In the ledger of the cosmos, penned dryly.

And the name, a whisper on the ghostly tracks, "A Requiem for Coffers," in the abyssal blacks, Where the silent anthem of 'gain and loss' impacts, A dirge for the living, "The Elegy of Tax."

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