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In deepest solitude, I walk through forests unknown

The night air filling my lungs, like an unholy mist

Traveling this nocturnal path, through gardens of grief

The essence of autumn caresses my blackened heart

I behold the dark majesty of the eternal night

Her beauty compels me to seek the shadows of death

The pale illusion of life is soon to be no more

Bleeding so black, drowning in night’s blood

Beneath a withering sky, veiled by autumn night

I die in the light of the October full moon

(Oct. 1999)