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Night came

And guided by shadows

I crossed the arcs

And entered the burial ground

Rummaging the dirt

Among broken slabs

I feel their smell

And their roughness

Old bones, old skulls

Forgotten by time

Abandoned

One with the dust

In these dead cloisters

I am one with the dead monks

Isolated in existence and inexistence

Sentenced to be guarded by the moon

In such secluded ground