The realms of ray
Admist the whisper,
of a dying day.
The horror creeps,
with shadow unleashed
With the sinister of,
death that leaps,
With the haunted
sceams of the death
that fleas.

The groomy night,
the shadows that,
are packed tight tonight,
with the opening
of coppice gate,
the weakening of eye,
with the bloody taste,
tonight.

Thy we die, The plume of souls,
with the he'll, with shadows locked,
coming tonight. The substantial dark,

WE WILL NOT,
SEE THE SIGHT OF
LOVE TONIGHT

The ANUBIS,
The God that care,
for death.

with the,
frozen psyche,
Thy lord with,
The Souls,
with heavy breath.


The sign of grieving pain,

WITH THE DEATH TRAIL..

by-ALEX








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