The Unsettling
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Aged wraiths rise from the battleground
A wardrobe of borrowed thoughts hang
from their eternal forms.
Their eyes glint like silver flaws,
as a disturbing silence falls.
The quintessence of fear and hate wreaks
a profound fog of warning.
Hope melts, freezing the body with fire.
Hooded forms close in a flash of pain.
Eyes close on a forfeit night.
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