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Jan 2017
The walkers of night
Tall ghostly white
Lank in the fields
Under dim moon light

From where they come
And to where they go
Is not discussed
For nobody knows

No noise do they make
In the forms that they take
Gone in the morning
Before the first wake

Though everyone sees them
None say a word
For fear of the tales
And dark stories they've heard
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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