Category : Poems
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A cold wind blows from where no one goes,
They say the darkness speaks.
Beyond the hollows that guard the swallows,
From the forest of deadened trees.
You can hear the wails along the trail,
Of dead men's final song.
On the wind the cries condemn
And beckon everlong.
Lesser men are afraid of them
And they all flee in fear.
Bold men go with horse in tow,
Never to come back here.
That cold wind blows and chills their bones,
And carries their last breath.
As they lay, their penance paid,
Awaiting the sweetness of death.