Whispering Death

A smile flashed like wolves teeth.

All to familiar, a killers grimace.


Oh how enchanting, a voice of sweet deceit.


My body lies forever in a grave of roots and rocks.


Join me in my fate, under a moon where I once met oneself in pooling tears.


The trees whispered in exhilarating excitement.


Even the dead tell stories.

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