There he stands forever gloom-
The old man in the mist
For the water untwists,
For the lands are primed and gone
With such an undying taste,
The graveyard was slaughtered,
But with the pale, brittle moonlight,
The graves are forever unseen,
For they no longer exist evermore
Though the water winds with a cunning grin
For the brightest of minds who fought
No one will ever truly understand
Though the man lays still in heart
Waiting for his end to finally come
Wanting nothing more then to leave
Fading into the ever pale moonlight
As it was the only he realized
Not a single soul cares for his cries
There's a dire fright that seeks vengeance
Seeing as the man lived near the lake
With the rushing walls of white and brown
For he was suffering forever alone
The cemetery was close to pushy eyes
The day started to break
And he was too late
And he took his final breath
Under six feet of the ever gray night
Laughing with sad tears in his eyes
The man in the moon never showed once
There's a dire fright that shines tonight
Seeing as the man lived near the lake
With the rushing walls of blue and green
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