Before the blood splattered earth
we stand.
Tears mingle with sweat upon our weary brows
as we bury the past
in mist.
A world of tombs,
within our hearts.
Here we stand
hand in hand
and wait
what do we wish for
come the midnight hour?
do we tear at the tentacles of mist
that now ensnare us both?
Or do we simply stand
and let the seas of time
wash us
both
away
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