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Mar 2015
Your screams mean nothing,
To one so cold.

They only carry on the wind.
Along with your dying soul.

We perish within the fire,
The crimson evergloom.
Nocturnal awaits,
Ready to curse your soul.

Forever a Raven,
Inside the black forest.
Red Bergan
Written by
Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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