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Silence before the midnight toll

The speechless dreams of the city grow cold

Breathless and buried amidst the winter front

Claimed by the trees, ceasing to be

Laid to rest

What is this blood that seeps from my lips?

An ocean pooling on ashen skin

The days grow longer, the nights grow colder

Aeons of torment traded for a millennium to lay dormant

Laid to rest

In my body I remain, no soul to escape

Here I lay

Forlorn and thoughts askew

Here I lay

My funeral beneath the cold moon