DEATH
|01•05•2020|
Their own feet took them towards the gloaming
That lingers around, quietly creeping,
With it departing some at its wake weeping.
Dim are the shadows, a fogged horizon
An uncharted land, a haunting phantom,
Lying at the edge, too vast you can't fathom.
It dwells amongst the darkest shadows,
With its presence comes a horde of widows,
Lamenting on graveyards under the willows.
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