What follows me now


Something is brewing in the cold deep

I hear it echoing behind while other sleep

In a box beneath the trees

While cages it hunts in threes

What path lies before thee

I ask before careful where what you see

For the road you walk, many dare to talk

For in solace a grave, not buried

For you see, others never carried

At last what pits do you roam

Ah the soul lingers to atone

when fate was written in stone

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