In the calmest of days in the hardest of nights.
I stand alone in the cold harsh winds.
Falling hard down the path.
With the wind at my back.
Rise and fall the beginning is past.
mindless.empty.rage upon the years.
Villagers that disappear.Never found.
Always missed.Fear built upon fear,Visions of death and decay.
His savoring the past of forgotten souls.Running,playing,Dripping with blood
never ceases to exist.Countless upon countless.Dreaming the dark dream.
Forever the dark dream..
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