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Asxphyxiated Darkness

Surrounded by a cold shroud

With a hard-hitting jewel on the cake.



A crowned mistress, shadowed by

A distant candlelit darkness. Calling,

Forever wanting more. And more.

The calling words, upon the Aincent Darkness.

Screaming.



Pulse of fire through the distant

Clearence in the wood. Standing

In doubt. Dying soul.

Calling all.



Open wood. Dark shadows.

Distant future

Calling

Ending.