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Soft Spirits moan

A choir from the reeds

As dawn bleeds into dusk

A softly fading dream

Waning twilight whispers

My spirit sheds its skin

A forlorn shadow cast

In moonlight long forgotten

A path draped in shadows

Before the bleeding earth

I have walked this path before but I shall never return again

Waning twilight whispers

Her spirit sheds its skin

The murky depths of time

Swallowed beneath the sea

A reflection of the future

Cloaked in flowing dreams

A nocturnal sadness surrounding

The stars engulfed in song

The memory of her spirit

Grows softer with the coming dawn