A vast black deepens upon the morrow
Though the sun lifts a mourners sorrow
Tears tend aflame fallen from the stars
As a crackling lingers on thine fingers
Black dust falls
As wind thee calls
To open thine eyes
With thick streams of electrical ties
Lick away thine pain of salt
Dry thee not? For all is not well
A mooners prayer down upon thee fell
Silver immortality drink the plenty’s
Forth upon the light thy steed be white
Black’st blanket falls upon thee now
Sleep thee well for peacefully thine did fall to the abyss
One last sweet kiss I take from thine lips
Goodnight to thee gone is now….we
 
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