Approaching black in hue,
the psalm of color a new
of olden in all of its darkened days
The brunette of sullen frowning
The deathly heads are sure of crowning
White marrow of shallow cap
Sockets of silent, iniquitous night
and burrows of soulless ignorance conceal
The feeling is sure to real
The murky insufficiency
calms roads and pathways
that mist and fog
that turn and grog
that yearn the deathly surroundings©

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