Terror that's moves with night
A merciless inhumane ghul
Darkness it's veil
You feel shivers miles away
Courage drove the vehicle of choice
Nurtured by hope,
Backed by surrender.
The decision of a million thoughts.
With a tired spirit I question where I am
All progresses shaken
With new fears awaken
Old welcomed new for old time's sake.
Heavy hits one after another
Heavy sighs one after the other
The golden decision falters
A million thoughts laid to waste.
Yet, another round awaits.
Tinnel.
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