Skeleton that roamed
Yesterday
Away from the bunch
Of ghosts and shrouds
That marched with flaming
Torches
In the night:
Island of yews
Midst of the cemetery
Water silvery
That trickles seeping
Washed with bones:
And
Skeleton that roamed
Yesterday
Away from the bunch
Of ghosts and shrouds
That marched with flaming
Torches
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