Dressed in all black
I see him
Sword ablazed
I see him
Eyes so friendly
I feel him
Tall and fit
I feel him
Voice sweet but cold
I hear him
Singing silently
I hear him
Black hair freashly washed
I smell him
Neck warm
I smell him
Cheek sweet but salty
I taste him
Tougne so smooth
I taste him
Dressed in all black
I see him
Eyes so sad
I feel him
Voice cracking
I hear him
Hands clamy
I smell him
Mouth sweet
I taste him
Soul dark
I sence him
Good-bye
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