Rotten trees with twisted boughsCast their shadows upon the groundWhere dead birds feathers and autumn leavesLie scattered by the midnight breezeIn this garden of endless nightUnseen by living, untouched by lightIn this garden by time forgottenShadows prosper by death begottenIn the fog with a reek of a thousand gravesFaceless figures move grotesque and derangedA dance macabre through this cursed domainTo a gruesome chant of sighs and wailsIn this limbo beyond all dreamsNext to hell lies this sepulchral sceneWhere spectres grieve their death eternalA gloomy purgatory, dark, internal
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