Misty mornings wandering and you are on your own
Yet there are many spirits about you
Walking through the silent way
You can see their shrouded forms
The trees sway in the light of false dawn
Hush now my sleeping friend would you stir the hordes
For they are gathered now around me
Harking crashing omens firing in the mind
My body is propelled
Out of space and Time
ONE BY ONE WE TURN TO FADE
UNIVERSAL CAVALCADE
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