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a silhouette looming, passing ancient graves

a flickering glow, so delicate, cuts trough the dawn

courtains of mist, crawling - to cover the fields

a mouldy whiff upheaves - over these churchyard walls

walking above the bones of those,

those who aspired to find the light

yet those who rot eternally

in this cemetery ground

oh frater, can't you see

no salvation waits for thee

only damp oaken wood

within you'll be embed

instead of sacred eternity

in golden heights of the sky

and as no atonement I can make

for a wicked deed occurred

I envy the dead

for they found their rest