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Unburied
Silhouettes lingering from beyond the trees.
Stuck in this darkness I've so longed to leave.
Footsteps of the past are the only ghosts following me.
Sent from a grave which had been dug for me.
I'd been so blind I couldn't see.
The murder plot you'd written for me.
A short and slow tale he was quick with the tongue.
Held me captive for days.
Had me kept from the sun.
Now that I've been freed,
these ghosts no longer follow me.
Although sometimes they visit,
I don't decline their cup of tea.
For bitter, I am not.
But thankful, oh I am.
As many not get to,
before the end.
