.Bloodstained Glass
Withering skin
Dying echoes of Screams
Echoing among the pines.
Dying wood, dying leaves,
No-one listens to the screams of those,
Who do not wish to live,
When they are dying.
Bereaved,
Forgotten,
Lost.
No Procession awaits they who face.
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