“Darkness falls,
when death becomes us.
Solitude calls,
but souls surround us.
Life was sold,
but death it creeps,
Fallen petals,
Silence weeps.
Fallen petals,
Silence creeps,
Beneath the ground,
Beneath my feet.
One last gasp,
No bodies cold,
With each breath,
Life grew old.
Darkness falls,
Silence creeps,
You’re not alone,
Our company keeps.
Darkness falls,
Hard not to weep,
Forever present,
Just asleep.”
– Brocarde
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