Bone Lantern
The floating lanterns light Cruelly slashed Throug the cold Winters night air A skeletol hand Attached to its Handle the trees Despite it being A windy night Hushed afraid to Speak as they Caught the sight Of a blade Covered in a Blanket of red Some of the red Slithering like a Snake grasped in the skeleton hand
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