Standing beside my own shadow, I bowed in an obsequious manner,
unknowingly a fear horrid my senses, trembling in cold touch of nothingness,
a frenzy begins from my heart, drain’d through the blood devour’d my whole-ness,
agreed upon the uncertain faith; deadening queries, I sing with the graveside mourner.
Song I sung ~ song I sung; and gazing at a giant oak close to the grave-yard
atop there beseated a bronze throat howls; such a cry aloud and cursed.
The Gone has none to fear but those alive shudder’d, besieged by horror-
of the unknown alike demonic face appears, beguiled with fiery terror.
Sojourn of the mortal state as now passed into immortality
and my part ended here~I wade though the tombstones surrounds me
with an obscure sight, a futile attempt to decypher (thoughts within and) all this perplexity.
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