Passing light,
fading star,
glowing embers,
that was my heart,
distance breaks,
the tides of time,
goblets full,
the blood is mine,
the clues all point,
to the killers knife,
with prints aplenty,
most of them mine,
the intent was simple,
the perfect plan,
the perfect riddle,
wrapped in the darkness,
for all to see,
staged for an audience,
dressed up for a show,
the answer was hidden in plain sight,
for my killer was me.
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