Old tapestry slides of a white wall
Uncovering the secrets within them all
And outside the lonely owl sings
In its eye sadness, corrupt things

Howling, crying, and awful din
In the forest of death and sin
Where all stars collide with the moon
Waiting for all beings to die soon

The ground is slippery, and yet dry
The clouds form over the dark sky
As the living turns to stone,
But she stands there, all alone

Her heart casting so many spells
Paving her way towards hell's cells
Her mind full of fantasy, but grief
A lonely soul that sees no relief

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