Weaving amongst the ghosts of a time come & gone
the path fades as darkness surrounds
ghosts are enveloped, smothered
skirt close to the darkness and it shines in the eyes,
the shiny black
a nightmare attacking
consuming their core

the shell collapse into its self
it's skin is flayed to dry in the darkness
the path, littered with rotting relics of shiny black
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