Cadaverous, naked limbs.
Cast weary shadows at dawn.
Brustling branches beget hymns.
as corpses' compositions carry on.

Tired bones hit the ground to rest.
Blades billowing with the wind...
There she lays among the best,
the dead's decompostion.

The night, ignorant to her leave...
stays so silent and so still.
Lips left beryl and bereaved...
are consciously closed and cruel.

With daring diligence,
Hindered heartbeats carry on.
And despite the night's silence,
Shadows' coffins stay withdrawn.

Winds sigh and carry lies,
that fall from lifeless lips.
The starving close their eyes
to lie, famished, among the best.
 
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