Shadows of the Weary Soul
Beneath the moon, my spirit sighs, A specter bound in life's disguise. Midnight whispers, a hollow breath, Life lingers, yet I yearn for death. Chains unseen bind my weary frame, The world's a tomb, its joy a flame. No rest, no flight, my fate's control, Forever trapped, a grieving soul.
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