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Verse Vampiric
There is a night so black, so deep, darker than is death or sleep.
Midnight hours, on and on, bereft of stars, devoid of dawn.
An endless, seamless, sable void, of nightmares born and dreams destroyed.
There is a grief that will endure beyond the tomb and sepulcher.
A mirrored hallway where will pass, unreflected in the glass
Formless ghosts of memory, in silence, towards eternity.
There is a solitude so vast it spans both the future and the past.
Of such an overwhelming scope, it stifles joy and withers hope.
Midst an endless sea, an isle of stone - where the soul lies chained - alone -- alone--
Midnight hours, on and on, bereft of stars, devoid of dawn.
An endless, seamless, sable void, of nightmares born and dreams destroyed.
There is a grief that will endure beyond the tomb and sepulcher.
A mirrored hallway where will pass, unreflected in the glass
Formless ghosts of memory, in silence, towards eternity.
There is a solitude so vast it spans both the future and the past.
Of such an overwhelming scope, it stifles joy and withers hope.
Midst an endless sea, an isle of stone - where the soul lies chained - alone -- alone--
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