No moon,
No stars,
No life,
In the dark gloomy night,
The moor so quiet,
All entity so still,
No breeze,
No sound,
No stir,
Tranquility among the trees
But was it so?
‘Cuz then in the trees,
In their deep dark depths,
Along the tree, a shadow crept,
Grim,
Morbid,
Foul,
The shadow moved around,
But was it actually so?
The shadow had not always been a shadow,
Not always it had been evil,
It had once been a human,
It had once actually lived,
Time,
Existence,
People,
Had finally prevailed,
It lost,
No meaning,
No aim,
No value,
Now left in that soul,
That broken dead soul
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