The aura of coldness
Shades bleeding heart of boldness.
The scent of loss brought by pain.
At the forgotten grave of hope slain.
Warmly memories uncared stay
Watching over the stone—frozen time’s tray.
Resting in here forever and a day,
Until the wintry winds come a prayer to say
For souls are uncomforted and lost
In the oasis of memories so dark that frost.
The macabre moonlight’s ray and the snow-white ghost
Haunting the graveyard as the midnight greets her eternal host.
Restless they’re punished evermore pathless to walk.
Hark! ‘tis ghastly clock ticking the necromancy’s talk.
As the eerie weed chains the grave—night death-bed
Blooming oasis—the mystery of darkness unfolds wide, by thy cry led
The clock-pendulum cries
Thy last hope dies
Feel consuming death
Delivering unto hell thy final breath
The oasis evermore arcanum remains
Waiting for thee, thy mortal hour of pains
Now this story is given unto thee to read
But thy end is near for i am here thee to lead
Into everlasting oblivion
—the oasis of memories
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