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| Poem. What is life like for a ghost? |
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Never shinig stars were the memories of yore
Gliding through the halls of this house in decay born
In the vastness of this ocean, in this pit of sad devotion
To a past with no time notion I have seen might fall to naught
I have seen night fall upon this line in glory born.
Never shinig stars we are, now all but us is gone
In this house laden with rot, where life crumbles to dust
In this house of boarded windows and armor suits of rust
In the halls abandoned where we waltz with gloomy abandon
In this house of strife where we live beyond your life.
Never shining stars is all we are
We dwell in hearts of those still living
In hearts overflowing with sad feelings
Hark the chilling tones of our singing
Willing we are of horror giving. In gay mood we spin that loom
In this house of fay gloom, all things are fay, doomed.
Never shinig stars we taste the fruits of death
Your mind we shall drive free of health
Your fear shall inspire our true mettle
Your presence here drives us to nettle
From shadows we leer till all is settled
Never shinig stars to everlast
In present to future and from the opast
The spell of terror we ever cast
We are the sails and this house our mast
Forever shall we be Never Shinig Stars.
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