Upon a rowan,
A raven sits, moonlight sheen,
Solitude:- Like me.
Moonlight on water,
Ghosts drifting over the face,
Forever Tortured.
Wind whistling through trees,
Like the screams of the tortured,
Chilling and haunting.
A city of stars,
Glimmer like departed souls,
Does yours dwell there now?
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