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Risen

Shadows stretch

and shadows yaw

Death;a flame that flutters

 

Clouds chased high,moonlight flickers

the cool breeze blows,and the stillness shivers

Darkness moves in places hidden 

Peering eyes revealed their vision

 

Doleful words;misfortune heard

to cast a spell on those who heard

In my head were hidden voices

strange is now,they scream rejoices

 

Chanting steady,all around

incantations,a heinous sound

Oppressed in weight,of foetid air

my spirit caught,by evil snare

 

Uneasy stirrings,within my head

to see the dance of the risen dead

Pallid mist,hung upon their faces

strange is how,my soul embraces

 

From lips I utter,with doleful voice

life a memory,in death rejoice

In my head,that chanted sound

In this dance,death abounds

 

Shadows stretch 

and shadows yaw

To dance;of flame that flutters

🌷(3)

◄ Gaoler of dreams

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