Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstones.
In a strange and terrible glee I call your name
while Death's shadow takes my hand.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon wailing eyes.
This is your love.
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