Sinister shadows shift, as they gather round
In their circle, mayhap it's you they've found
Navigating dreams, where no demons dwell
Immune in the deep, of sleep, until the knell
Sinister whisperings may convince the mind
That words in tongues, are last rites defined
Exhorting the entombed, into a dying breath
Revealing the void, of shifting shadows of...
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