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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required . Vines upon the tombstones weave their fingered laced design Smothering the dates of those beneath Gravesites feed the thicket with its thorns of razor twine Wrapped mosaic patterns like a wreath Here of heavy mist a ghostly figure sets his sight Silhouetted by a lonely glare Even still the moon doth hide enveloped by the night Every movement he is now aware Standing midst the shadows with his sickle at his side Looking to the noose, this crooked tree Hanging from a branch a man of darker color died Only cause he hoped for more to be Blood collects the lawn down there below the evil deed Staining every dripping blade of grass Hate, he knows full well hath come along to plant the seed Time is not enough for it to pass Following the tracks the earthly mud has held complete Looking to the distance through the rain Taking on the pathway painted lone in lost defeat Pushing far aside the constant pain He is the collector of the souls this place hath born Not of those who gasped their final breath For the one who tied the knot so tightly that was worn Equaling the score, death for a death Pausing midst the granite carved of names long since deceased Sharpening his blade of serpent’s tongue Staring towards the passages these lives atoned released Dressed in caustic dreams of those so young Flee with every ounce of strength your body can create Slowly he shall walk along this way Nowhere shall be far enough, for now it is too late He hath come to take your life away
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