The deep cerulean shadows of the night
Fades over yonder in the line of sight
A stranded tree, blackened with dead
A dead pale moon hangs in the sky overhead
A lonely figure,with his rust locked gait
Lonesome not for the syndicate
Of death and despair, it shrouds The Man
Blood and lust, of evil planned
Intoxication it steals his brain, oh slow
The ghostly night with the waves at shore
Crashing and breaking like a child's dream
O'er the horizon, a stone cold scream
Lightning branches on the blackened tree
Death greets The Man to set him free
And Death and The Man find a common loath
And walk together, travelling forth
A/N: Thank you Amrish. :)
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