A dark and haunting poem
Distant echoes,
voices skilled,
a funeral pyre of memories
Remembering desires
that Fate had stilled,
haunting, ethereal threnodies
Bowing towers,
steeples filled,
an orchestral mire of tragedies
beckoning clergy
that Time had chilled,
daunting, surreal reveries
Rustling branches,
zephyr willed,
a faceless procession of identities
laughing at all
that Death had killed,
unrelenting melodies
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