Engulfed, I am a shadow
Within the dark loom
Of night
Calmly settled in a
Gruesome rest
That delights
My cold soul bent
On indulging
Sinister desire
As moon accentuates
Features while
Fate does conspire
With duty and the
Raw courage of
A berserker unbound
Entertaining the thought
Of death as I lay
Upon cold ground.














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