Creature Of Sin And Shade
Out of the fog that clogs the air,
and in the night, there hides somewhere,
a creature of shade and mystery,
holding the sin of man's history
in it's soul.
Into the deep of feelings, where
it dwells in moss, and lichen there;
water poisoned by man's foul speech
a place where none may ever reach
again, it dwells in.
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