It’s crowded in the dark hereafter

Fallen miles deep

Beneath the stirring fog

The moon’s searchlights pour

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As the stars mourn above

And slowly waver,

Their cold gleam failing

Straining to reach

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In the crowded mist  

We lift a forsaken cry,  

Longing to be swept up

By the night’s hero breeze

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The mad oath of the fallen

Melts away in the grave

Slithering unknown

From weathered bones and dust