Unnamed
T'was the night before my resurrection,
The cool breezes brushes your neck,
Shivers!
Gasp at this uncomfortable touch.
Branches shake as I walk slowly past them,
Crows form pods around me,
Vultures fly from miles away to inspect my body,
The wind howls "unforgiven" in my ears.
Upon my shoulders rest a hand,
My grieving eyes look upon this shadow,
Black darkness,
Nothing but a figure.
Speak!
Give me the answers I seek!
Speechless?
Nonsense,
Give me the answers to which my life depends on!
No words?
Fine,
I shall continue this journey alone,
Trudging through this barren wasteland,
Only to find my death waiting for me.
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