Forsaken
In which the darkness may surround,
a single soul, yet be found.
It whimpers for the warmth of being,
some look, none seeing.
A lonely soul in despair
with wet eyes and dark hair.
Cheer heed this shell’s heart,
and death extract a new start.
A land of light and repose,
the entity’s compose
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