When this light does flicker in my darkness
as flame against these icy winds in mind;
Here within will be that presence again
and again this night no sleep shall I find.
No sleep I find may hide these thoughts of mine;
my haunted soul roams amongst the withered.
Here the crimson echoes beckon gravely
for the company of melancholy.
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