A Deathly Muse

A certain tremor in the air
A certain tremble in my bones

As if hell itself approaching
dark, cruel and unforgiving

Yet while being so familiar
Though dreadfully horrifying

And though helplessly defenseless
I brace my soul desperately

To be plunged into the depths
By my legs, My soul to burn.

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