Been years since you have been unearthed.
"The grass hides, the rain blots out"
The blank epitaph remnant of an hollow age.
Dreary and gray echoes
Calling out to the blind souls.
Wandering and fumbling the empty corridors.
Dying, living, dying again.
The rose loses its blood
Creeping through the black coffin.
O, you cursed red, Master of the Grail, be you forever hallowed.
Tears of wine from the skies,
Drunken by your soft cries
Wetting the dull grass
Shrouding..blurring the wooden face.
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