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Worms crawl through hollowed earth

Drawn to the surface by heavy rains

Sickened by the stench of treachery

Withered trees weep over ancient crypts

Not far beyond, the forest stands

A murky stream flows nearby

Hundreds lie in timeless sleep

Beneath the grey nocturnal eye

The pain is closing in around me

Lost in a nameless void

Amid decaying tombs and rusted gates

I hunger to join the dead

To rest, peacefully, in a grave

Where all is still and silent

Like wind through an endless forest

The bells chime final doom

(June 1999)