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where love lives on and never sleeps
between the sounds, where silence seeps
where at dawn, the winds of mourning called
and at dusk, the craven shadows crawled
sign of eternity had disappeared
the night of winds so weird
below the icy ocean roared
the ship of death would been moored
enshrined within a final breath
re-echoed from the ship of death
where breath breathe within a breeze
responding to the anguished pleas
the willows sway between the swale
where spirit faint and body frail
as rainbow of the moon fell dim
and midnight swan soon ceased to swim
where the stone and sky stood cold
between the runes, a vapour strolled
where shadows of the evening swelled
the demons of the dusk hag dwelled
while skipping up and down the sky
missing moonbeam make a swallow cry
where shades in dreams of darkness groan
and the realm reached the stone
beckoned by the baneful bight
awoken by the ebon wigh
where spirit freed, flesh and bones
rest amongst the ashen stones
and in between a dream deformed
the storm of winter informed
upon the stone, by candlelight
where the tale was carved one night
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..... silence seeps .....