Harbinger of
Doom
Dispel this
everlasting gloom
The beast in me
is asleep
Lurking in the
undulating Deep
Frozen in my
icy grave
Entranced in a
dreamless wave
I have
constantly bled
Not yet dead?
Sounds like the
end of the world
Ceaseless traveler
in stillness whirled
Soul burning,
endless sigh
Will I ever be
able to die?
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