Lost beyond words for eternity,
forgotten, forsaken, starved, dead for life.
The nails crumbled, the eyes small,
unsafe, long-haired, bony and grey.
Hooped over heavy books, ancient words,
Looking for power in sorcery, dark tracks.
Ear whitened, hand trembling,
Curse the world firmly with the pen.
The gaze eternally turned towards dense writings,
yellowed wisdom under dust and tears.
The ink is copper in the lampshade,
dictated are the heavy teachings of doomsday

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