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The Unraveling
The earth crumbles at her feet,
revealing the graves of the cursed,
a malignant spirit making the dead bleed,
resonating through the carcass of me.
Her shrieks sink into the ancient stones,
as she adulterates the damned's bones,
heartbroken and dying of lust,
she breaks the dark moon's trust.
Trapped in this mystery,
hearing the wind's misery,
I feel her spirit flowing,
and I an ember glowing.
And as she passes over me,
I am made to see,
my spirit is traveling,
waiting to see the Unraveling.
poem
by
Soren Valentine
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