While there may not be anyone around

A true silence in the air for miles

The transparent spirit sees a frown

Perched upon bodies forming piles.

Empty eyes lie upon blue skin

With one note being played

In the mind filled with dry gin.

Collapse of a masquerade

One minute and the cloak loses shade

For thou has committed sin

In a field so far astray.

Listen closely to the end of your days

For these last minutes are performed

In the midst of foggy haze

Opening the gates to never-ending blaze.

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