Angry skies from above
Draining my heart
Draining my love
Morbid silence from the soil
Her rotting soul is both our toil
Winds breath from the east
The peace fails abound
Western zyphers whistle with callous fringed chill
Nothing now left to kill
Our time slipped away
For the damage you wish unto you.
The sweet smell eclipsed by the pungent red coloured sheath of foulness
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