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A walk through old ruins
That leaves an old tune
Once heard and seen by many but now only remains a matchstick
That too went out quick
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Shadows line the walls
Ghostly moans calls
Strange cries echos
And out of the dark crawls slimey geckos
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A sound clicked like a type
Heard but not quite right
Roam closer and hear the old tune
That leaves its 'empty' tomb
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And see faint figures dashing through
Almost like they're warning you
'Beware the shadows,' they call
Or it might just be your downfall
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Random Things
De TodoThis is just random stuff. Ranges from poems-stories-weird stuff and my ideas that come out every now and then!
