I lived in a world of dark grey shadows
To the end of night I would cry to sleep
Troubled spirits that walk the land
In a world of hate and souls to keep
Storming Rain
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upon the ground
Mud of graves then begin to rise
Creatures of the night wake to walk
presence of life hidden indisguise
Walking corpses of lively spirits
Their duty to hunt and hurt
Until the rising sun approaches
to cower back under the dirt
The morning sunlight shines it's glory
And the creatures hide in its fears
Sunlight; in the event of my demise
I fade as my dark world disappears




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