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Dark Poetry Quiet was said,
among those of the dead.
They called from the grave;
hushed voices brave.
Carried through wind.
Candlelight dimmed.
Inside this room;
flooding crimson doom.
Grayed, empty skin.
Void of the sins,
encased in the soul,
that leaked to the cold.
And what was saved,
within crystal caves,
will not be told,
among the folds.
Fallen angels cry.
Lost from the sky.
Their tears shall fall,
as midnight calls.
Demons shall rise.
Victims will die.
As we children walk,
till dawn, we stalk.
To capture the drops,
before last beat stops.
As quiet was said,
among those of the dead.
It's poems like these that make me want to write. Thanks for the inspiration... this poem amazes me...