Why is the crow doom's herald?
For all intended for ash, their peril.
On gravestone singing songs foreboding
To remnants at rest in urn corroding.
All at rest beneath the soil
Tucked within the keepers toil.
Weary minds might sometimes envy
Those six feet deep who found their ending.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2026 17:27
- Category: Gothic
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