Ballads of The Undead
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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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