The people sings! What a euphonic march!
How this castle says my name like an elegy.
Sweet taste of wine, still lingers on my tounge.
The feel of apricity on the skin, how so comforting.
Skeletons and ghouls, came rising from the earth.
They greet me, invited to join their waltz.
A step and another, echoed through the walls in rythyms.
Heels tapped gracefully, fabric thrown in the air then pulled back.
Rapid knocks on the coffin door.
How very tired I am of funerals.
Day by day, each second and each piece are just another of sorrow.
Cold water seeped through the rough holes of what are my bones.
What beauty! What honor! Thy tounge, how astute.
All so soraphic, pretty lies, ugly truth.
Rapid knocks on my coffin door.
How very tired I am of funerals.
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