A Dark Road
Please do not follow
me down this cursed path,
whose trees are hollow;
whose birds will laugh;
whose evil muses
with the solemn lost;
where the sap oozes
over the thick moss;
Where the dead might walk
and wander for they
are still in gross shock
of the haunted way
that they were brought back;
Darkness shrouds the Sun;
I search for what lacks
in this world, just one.
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