Untenented World

Daylight covers the ground,
the wind dances in delight,
as sylphs of air enters the garden,
the garden where
the spirits reside...
the garden of paradise...
The bluebells hum a soft tune.
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The fire's dying ember
lours the golden shine,
the melancholic tune faints away
and gives rise to a whisper.
Dancing in the dark,
floating in its shroud,
an unknown fey;
She lops her veins,
the blood spills around
covering the old, ancient tale.
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the lust of blood in the air
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the bluebells fall to ground
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