Ballads of The Undead

Ballads of The Undead

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Highest Rank: #89 in Poetry ^_^ Sitting in my patch, looking back on my life I felt a tap on my shoulder.. Rotating my head a 180° I came face to face with another soul *literally* "Hey there! Didn't see you coming" He doesn't say anything..... Just wisps of smoke coming from his body I have met many like him before..... The Unheard they called themselves Souls that had passed on but still had a lot left within them to say Well what better way to scribble a poem..... Those lines have such depth, way deeper than the eyes of a soul that drifts aimlessly among mortals Looking over to the cemetery I see another soul drifting my way.... I prepare myself to listen to the one next to me... Meanwhile he picks up a stick and begins scribbling on the dirt floor of my patch... "Bid Me Goodbye...."
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