a mystery is here
it has taken place
with the swiftest of gentlemen
the eyes on the stakes
no time for error
cover up your mistakes
with only one clue
your blurry face
unable to move
not even the slightest of tongue
it is dark here
with gloomy skies above
the pale of your skin
hasn't seen the sun enough
resting on your shoulder
your bones could cut
the hound dogs howl
into the empty forest
with not one sound
except the hound dogs chorus.
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