Draped and wrapped
In white cotton sheet
The decaying corpses
With one missing feet

Lifted and shifted
To the old faint morg
Lugubrious night calls
On the thick creeping fog

Hooded cultivist carry on
Their usual cults and rituals
Missing persons peak the list
No one seems spiritual

The night turns insidious
To the loitering lone beings
Amputated parts in shroud
Left to be seen...

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