Rasmus Karlsson


Solitude

Dusk bring winds, of howling coldness
Sun now rest, embraced by distant hills.

Skies now seethe with red and violet,
Vagabond trudge on muddy fields.

Weary wanderer of unknown origins,
Kin to no man and shunned by peers.

Soul discarded and spirit broken.
Darkness come! Now shroud his wretched limbs.

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