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I awoke at the dinner table

Soup stood in front of me

I looked around and recognized no face

Yet it all seemed so familiar

The dining hall in which we sat

Was shrouded in black

Other than I, there were seventeen people

Sitting at the table

All of them wore black clothes

As if they were part of the room

Blending in and exerting

A gloomy feeling

Suddenly, all of them at once

Started humming a somber melody

One that I didn’t recognize

Even though I felt like I’d heard it before

The seventeen

And I

In the black

But why