Eternal

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The graves of the long lost ones
Stand silently in their quiet sleep.
Whispers of their voices hang on the wind,
Their faces carved into the sky.

No warmth of light from the sun,
Moonlight shows the monsters begin to creep.
Thunder booms as the night begins,
No one dares to ask why.





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