Deathly Glance Shallow wakes the press of the dear As shadow waits the mood sincere Darkness cast from the tomb approached Piercing wail of the dead remote Ghastly wind that scream and howl Rustles bush tree and fowl Roar of storm To sear each cloud The light doth syme in the cavern bound The ghoul expressed to venture now The eyes sat cold upon your brow The deathly glance that man portrayed Saw your death. On your darkest day.
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