The magificent oak cry
As the sun passes by
Moon light dripping
Wolfs feet start tripping
Cracks the earth
Giving life a new birth
Slivers of light apon the water
Peaceful in sight, behind the slaughter
Patter of all living feet
Slowly deplete
All of moving breats
Stop once the sun crest
Dark is 2012 now
The world gives her final bow
Done is the spinning top
All sence in life will drop
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