Ominous Poetry: Abysmal - Pale horse

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the things that shroud the movement
seemed sewn into these little drawings


secrets are told right through our dark grace
  • each and every as a cold patience of the grave

then interrupted by a current disaster
took the silenced papers as their only consort

many I know took that subtle atmosphere
  • each and every as a cold patience of the grave

that image of them peacefully disappears
carried away by the pale horse
under the invisible moonlight


 

Attribution: post cover and lyrics are mine

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