Cold Dark Grave 

By Amelia  

 

As shrouded night on fleet foot falls
And sandman’s sleep spells dulcet calls
With heavy heart I heed his drum
And to his whispers I succumb

I feel his fingers cold and tight
Pulling me deeper into night
I struggle but my resolve is weak
I try to call but cannot speak

Now sweet release is all I crave
As I linger in this cold dark grave

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