Amidst the shadows deep and dark
Where the moonlight casts its eerie mark
The spirits of the death doth roam
And echoes of the night doth moan
The wind doth howl a mournful tune
As if it knows their faith to doom
And whispers of the past doth speak
Of secrets that the dead doth keep
The night is long the darkness deep
And in its grasp the souls doth keep
The secrets and the since to bear
Until the dawns light doth appear
So let us pray for those who rest
In shadows deep forever blessed
And hope that they may find their peace
As they lay down to their eternal sleep
Fri vers (Prosapoesi)
av MissBraw
Publicerad 2024-09-19 15:34
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2024-09-19