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Behind Wrought Iron Bars
The whipping wind rips
through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
rust creeps along the surface with
ill effects
cast in black with ornate designs
gothic
victorian
art
decorations with the
purpose of protection
shadows dance in pale moonlight
behind wrought iron bars
upon creaking floors
covered in dust
ancient cobwebs remain
undisturbed
flexing in the
whipping wind
a jovial show of
flexibility and
strength
the dead are dead and
the damned are damned
their souls trapped
and doomed
life after death
death after life
structures of marble
stained with ash
where fires once
smoldered
now empty and
lifeless
the world is dead
behind wrought iron bars
where life is damned and
the dead are alive
the creaking hinge of
a broken door
screams into the darkness
as the wind penetrates
the silence
dust rises and
settles
suffocating
every surface
like a layer of
dead skin
a dreadfully
beautiful landscape
of blackened winter
set within the walls of a
crumbling structure
life exists outside
death lives within
shadows rule the halls
the whipping wind rips
through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
protecting the restless dead
through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
rust creeps along the surface with
ill effects
cast in black with ornate designs
gothic
victorian
art
decorations with the
purpose of protection
shadows dance in pale moonlight
behind wrought iron bars
upon creaking floors
covered in dust
ancient cobwebs remain
undisturbed
flexing in the
whipping wind
a jovial show of
flexibility and
strength
the dead are dead and
the damned are damned
their souls trapped
and doomed
life after death
death after life
structures of marble
stained with ash
where fires once
smoldered
now empty and
lifeless
the world is dead
behind wrought iron bars
where life is damned and
the dead are alive
the creaking hinge of
a broken door
screams into the darkness
as the wind penetrates
the silence
dust rises and
settles
suffocating
every surface
like a layer of
dead skin
a dreadfully
beautiful landscape
of blackened winter
set within the walls of a
crumbling structure
life exists outside
death lives within
shadows rule the halls
the whipping wind rips
through broken glass
set behind wrought iron bars
protecting the restless dead
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