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The bells at three,

My sands run low,

Ding,

Dong,

Ding.

Voices - 'get up',

'It's time to go'.

The rustling breeze,

The clinks of rust,

The dragging sounds,

My feet are cuffed.

My hands arrested,

Behind my thighs,

The grunts,

The heaves,

My time is nigh.

The words escape me when I try to speak,

The priests is singing,

The rites,

The cries,

I hear tears of anger,

At my previous 'crimes'.

The creaking noises,

As I'm chained to bed,

The bed I've 'made',

No tears are shed,

I am told one last time,

'Confess!'

To what, M'Lord?

I say, half jest.

The door starts closing,

The creaking,

I scream.

The pain,

It sears,

The words escape, when I try to speak.

- Inspired by 'Hallowed be thy Name' by Iron Maiden.

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Over the waters,

A mist arrives,

It - a grey and black,

A brown and yellow,

It hungers,

It hunts,

Run, dear fellow.

As the mist arrives,

The sun does hide,

The night is blacker,

The darkness,

You cannot hide.

The voice it brings,

The smoke,

The soot,

It sings songs,

Of god,

And, fire!

It gifts you warmth,

It colds, and chills,

The women are gone,

And men are still,

The mist is here.

A tryst of gray,

An iced embrace,

You are but disappeared,

The mist is here.

The door is shut,

Your escape is sealed,

The mist is here,

The mist, is here.

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