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Dark & Dreary

Updated on July 7, 2016

Cemetery

Between the mists and gentle screams

Lies the truth of our sorted dance

Where the living do not live and dead wander

Where my final place to rest this tired heart lay

I wander, amongst the dead leaves and rotten wood

The place where gnomes and evil spirits dwell

Between the mists and gentle screams

Is where our story echoes faintly in the wind

Here upon my marker

My final words of pain shall remain

For this mist is now my home and the screams are my tune

Where the living do not live and the dead wander

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