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A Dark Mist

The devil creeps
The night is deadly
silent
ghosts wander in the graveyard
all is quiet.
The mist gathers
under the dead and fallen tree
voices echo
in the dark
underneath the ground
Hearts the devil keeps in his chair
scream for their release.



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