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Fernanda Lyra Oct 2019
Samhaim the brightest night who will raise all of our fears
Samhaim our last goodbye to the souls we buried here

We will build our temples on the stone to remember those who leave, we will build our chambers on our own to erase old memories.

We'll fly to fields of dandelion thorns decorating flowers near and remember that away of tombs there are mountains high and deep

Samhaim, the fire bright in the woods of those who see
Samhaim, the stars will rise from Scorpio's dust and breeze
Samhaim the brightest night who will raise all of our fears
Samhaim our last goodbye to the souls we buried here

We will free our heads upon the weight that stands beneath the wind, in the night the cry of souls will sing for those allow to hear

Samhaim, the fire bright in the woods of those who see
Samhaim, the stars will rise from Scorpio's dust and breeze
Samhaim the brightest night who will raise all of our fears
Samhaim our last goodbye to the souls we buried here
Fernanda Lyra  Oct 2019
Samhaim
Fernanda Lyra Oct 2019
Death surrounding each path
shadows in the back, howling
I see the black cat coming in
and the souls leaving again
once and then for samhaim.

— The End —