The Poet’s Grave

In dead and foggy wood

Beneath the blanket of the leaves 

The spirit of the doom

Is hugging me. 

So let my soul

Inhale smell of death,

And let the worms devour

My body in the grave.

I’ll find here the peace

That living there I lost.

My heart will never see

Perversions of the fallen world.

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