Unseen beauty moans over
a thousand empty graves.
The lonely shadow dreads
the midnight cloud alone.
A frantic storm screams
at the pale garden's soul.
Darkness whispers to death
"Watch out. I rose of the blood
of those who ache silently."
Crushed quick like mad,
the hot sun sweating,
the gray moon boiling,
a broken spirit beating
at the mist of unknown truth.
Fill me with music, my cry echoing
"I can mourn you and be cold,
yet drunk I believe it is a lie,
Death will lick us so."
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