Spectral
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As the moonlight fades into the cloudy night, so does my train of thought.
I stand tall over the grave of one I once knew, but no longer remember.
My tall posture portrays strength, but as the moonlight fades, I sit down.
I stare at the tombstone trying to decypher the jumbled letters displayed.
I cannot read the letters.
The man at the graveyard pulls me out of the trance as the moonlight returns.
I stand tall over the grave of one I once knew, but no longer remember.
My tall posture portrays strength, but as the moonlight fades, I sit down.
I stare at the tombstone trying to decypher the jumbled letters displayed.
I cannot read the letters.
The man at the graveyard pulls me out of the trance as the moonlight returns.
