GraveYard Night=
Walking the graveyard at the darkest of night
The sound of silence, in my empty soul theres no fright
Looking at the names edged in stone
Hunting for the nameless alone
The fog crawling over the ground
I find that wich they say can't be found
Nealing down, my hands placed on the slate
I lay heavy at the head, not knowing my fait
Watching the clouds hideing the moon
I wonder could this be my tomb
poem by Pirate Love Magic Man
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