Saturday, March 25, 2023

Dark

 


Dark




Holy crows

Daily mourns 

Dark souls

It's the song from the underworld

The nightmares of my soul in fate 

Black is the colour they praise here 

Dark magic is the force that runs here 

I am here and I don't like it

I am tied and I can feel it 

Only fed by the agent crows 

Only learning from what I know

That the underworld is awful and I don't like it.


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