unfurled its shroud upon my soul,

long before Death could take his toll

I walked in place,

breathed air without taste

A blind man with eyes

A dead man alive

A corpse animated

A hunger unsated

A soul made of stone

A heart with no home


spilled Her gold and warmed my skin,

though I fought not to let Her in.

I emerged from the grave,

by the magic She gave

The dirt in my eyes,

swept away by Her sighs

A dead man, reborn

Night gave way to morn

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