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Where the Sad Spirits Dwell

An icy zephyr 
Bestows the night 
An empty house 
A not taken heart 
The fire illuminates 
An unsolicited dark 
The haunting embarks 
On its nightly trek 
At the unchanged time 
I've come to expect 
Appearance not subtle 
From the hell they arise 
All malice as seen 
Flares in their eyes 
Alone in a dungeon 
At the bowels of hell 
No respite for me 
Where the sad spirits dwell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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