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A shadow walks, alone and free
From mist it drifts, no eyes to see
No one asks from where it came
No voice calls out, no light, no name
To my own grave, I lead my way
Through shadows thick, no light of day
With bitter taste, I drink my pain
For poets, lost, must rise again
So let me drink, a final breath
To stain the sense of mourning’s depth
For poets live where shadows gleam
Their words, alive, a burning dream
Where’s my gallows, end, or mark?
Who sows salt on hands gone dark?
My world has crumbled, dust and trace
In mirrored eyes, I face my face
Who stands there, cold within the glass
Reflects my fear, my questions ask
I'm an island lost in night
No voice to soothe, no end in sight
So let me drink, a final breath
To stain the sense of mourning’s depth
For poets live where shadows gleam
Their words, alive, a burning dream
I write you, verse, in letters stark
Each line a sign, each word a mark
In death, the echoes of stars fade
As darkness calls, and I am swayed
In silence deep, I close my cage
With fragments from a bygone age
I hear the words in whispers shout
As night drives quiet nails throughout
Death, a pause within my fate
Ends my line, my voice abate
Immortality brief and small
But verse will rise, in dust, in all
