There was a pulse
There was a beat
A hand outstretched
A blackened sheet
Of glittering eyes
Like rolling tides
There comes a calm
To all my sides
And In a stance
A crack, A splinter
And all the world
As cold as winter
Lightning fall
And rest my soul
And slumber just
Beneath the knoll
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