Where we chase the famous.
A shadow lurks away from the light.
How we attempt flying aimless.
In arrow filled skies.
Darkness covers them.
They arrive after death.
To clean you, the mess.
Mangling people´s spirits
ghostly host-crushing ferrets.
Much worse than a hooded reaper grim.
Screams curdling in the poor light, hopelessly dim.
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