Death
Evil winds blow over the shattered downs.
A land bereft of joy, but full of frowns.
An inconsequential and harrowing sight.
A vast and perpendicular height.
A harmonius accord goes through the lands.
As friends and enemies walk hand in hand.
Death has been conquered for all time.
No more will the black bells chime.
But one day soon he will return.
Carrying his morbid urn.
To capture us in solitude and woe.
And send us all deep below.
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