They sing a song a-haunted.
Their chilling melody,
They sing a song of loneliness,
A song of Love.
They dance a woeful tango,
A sad fast dance,
They dance a dance brokeness,
A dance of Death.
They write the words of lies.
Their words ring truth behind the facade,
The write the only thing they can,
The words of One.
They paint the sounds of grief,
Their colors childhood ending,
They paint the end of the heart,
The painting of loss.
The loss is that of love,
The love that fell to Death,
The Death that is only One,
The One has lost.













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