Deaths Array
Silent echos ill intent,
Icy fingers deaths descent,
Restless spirts in the night,
Spreading wings of angels flight,
Shadows cast their darkness,
Atop a shallow grave,
There in its dampened hollow,
A lifeless vessel lay,
Its maggot laden flesh,
In bittersweet decay,
Inhail the musty stench,
Of deaths haunting arary,
For soon these shadows cast,
Of vessels flesh and bone,
Turn to dust an ash,
On the path that leads us home,
And hell cries out a vengence,
For death denies it fear,
Await thee not alonger,
Least time would hold thee here.
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