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When

Shadows

Turn to

Stone



And



Solitudes' specter

Stands

Sneering at the

Sight,

Then - then you might know me;



And



Understand the

Cold

Breath of life,



And



Feel

Black

Loneliness ebb through

Now empty

Dreams.



And



Then, you will see

The fabric of life rent



And



The shroud of myself,

Now

Only

Rags,

Draped around that

Specter.



And



Then - then will you

Know

Me