Oh shadow's fickle, flickering flight
On which the wind endures
Hands, so cold, hushed hands of ice
On mine mournful, sodden grave
And why, why do the bones endure?
Last cursings, reek of cold
For death, his silvery key unlocks
Lost tales of silent tongues
Please tell me what you think
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I thought of the TV show "Bones" or maybe anthropology when I read this. It all seemed very mysterious to me, but it is very pretty.
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