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    The Melancholy Spirit
    It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony
    I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods
    The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
    Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
    I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia
    Show me, again, your sweet face
    Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
    Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death
    She had spoken to the dawn
    Her words wisped in tongues of the wind
    And then silence...
    Pale clouds betrothed the dawn
    Black rain fell
    The birds wore masks
    The haunting stain of her woe
    Had burned itself into the oak
    Night had gone
    Bereaved, I was torn for her
    One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance
    The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter breeze
    She faded before my eyes
    Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
    And the melancholy rain still pours forever on...
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