Echoes of the Tomb

In the ethereal shadows of the cold midnight,

The tomb's echo, a somber song takes flight,

Rescues the laments of souls astray,

In a macabre dance, the shared night's sway.

Through the corridors of the realm of death,

Whispers resonate, like a sorrowful breath,

Among marble tombstones, a silent prayer,

Tomb's echoes, murmurs that madness ensnare.

Under the pale light of the cadaverous moon,

The dance of specters, sepulchral in tune,

Where the wind whispers hidden secrets,

And tomb's echoes unveil the ethereal fatal.

Crystal tears, like farewell's morning dew,

On engraved tombstones, the tale of adieu,

Tomb's echoes, a symphony from beyond,

Tell secrets only the departed respond.

In the darkness, the melody of sighs,

Among graves, secrets in random ties,

Tomb's echoes, where death takes a chance,

In a shadowy ballet, reaching for eternity's expanse.

Through shadows and profound mysteries,

Tomb's echoes, like fertile murmuring seas,

Reveal that in death, life is in suspense,

A funereal song, an eternal suspense.

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