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Once silence covers all, hushed but a whisper

Struck with serenity i stride through the towering pine

In tight grasp of brumal hands

My spirit engulfed in the mist

Your face recurs in my thoughts

But tainted by the night

As these blackened thoughts endure

With hindsight I tear them apart

An oath to the dusk

But agony to me

Contorted these figures thrive under the white moon

Embodied by these withered thoughts so sincere