Through long bleak winter night
And down the old forgotten road
To where we lay buried, and forgotten
The years, they were stolen from us
And our lives reduced to lies
The times we spent enticing death
The hate we harvested in our souls
Drew us too close to the edge, to the end
The twilight took us, under the earth
To tombs of our own flesh and our bone
Damnation found us too soon—too soon
Death is an unending darkling dream
And these graves have no measure
M.M.
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