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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Weeping Demon Beautiful old and magnetic antic cemetery So nice, old, silent walk. Old monuments Names. Dates. Old stones. Old cards Hmm. Just walk on the path. I walked. Sad Yeah. This way. In life. In my alone Just walk. Emptiness. Deeply in the land A cemetery. Love of death. Dark wine Of my life. My soul here smells like Graveyard. Tombstones life cards I am just watching them. Old friends Hmm. Or I'm laughing at life. Is this? Stones, monuments are dancing Just dancing around me. Lives of death I don’t know my life. Mortal? Immortal? Still alive? Or just walking dead? Hmm “Hmm. You are not alone”, said a voice. A deep, metallic, like ore, a friendly, sad voice. I turned around to find the origin of this sound. A demon sat on an old, beautiful gravestone A man. A demon man. Around four meters high Wise, aristocratic, noble old face. Sad wings Unearthly gaze, all-seeing eyes. Demonic intelligence “Yes, your fate is not a serial case.”, he said “Nice to meet you. Why are you saying this?, I asked “Because I am immortal. And your sad life is my all the time. I live here always, in this cemetery; the human world is not my life.” He answered. He just cried and cried. I had a wine in my bag I always keep a wine when I am walking. We drank together We toasted. The glasses were cemetery vases. Blood wine Hmm. Reel blood. Oporto. My grandfather has this grape Oh, yes. I loved. I like this wine. My grandfather made wine We drank in this English cemetery the memory of this blood Demon said, “ I love this noble wine. Good friend.” Oh, yes I love to remember my grandfather. “ He was a good man.” Demon said. Hmm. Yes. But he is in another cemetery. “Not here. In Hungary. Then you visit Hungary. Flower. Please.” I will do. I said. “Okay.” I don’t understand this friendship A good, hearty demon. And I. “Look, we can’t accept humans.” “Are you a human?” “Look for that.” “Bodily” “Soul Is Demon Like” I am Laughing Smiling Now Demon Is Heart
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