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Souls Depart

Cries strike the air/ Blood falls to the ground/ Cold are the bodies/ Death is all that’s found/ Hope is unknown/ Pain is forever/ The rage will never leave/ The dark ones call/ And the master of death takes the roll/ Black figures in the night/ Robed in cloth made of their own agony/ Did anyone wrap their arms around them when they caught the chill? Did anyone think to love them as they fell? The wraith of death now binds the chains/ They are his own now/ Heaven or hell/ They will not stay now/ A breeze whistles/ A branch stirs/ A raindrop falls/ A clock strikes six/ Now the sun does rise/ And all souls take their exit.

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