Forgotten sense were life did bloom
Over the silent widows loom
Dolls of inexpressible fear
Truthful manor never near
Blood flowing from your eyes
Marking the man that you despise
Diamonds fell into the snow
Were grass was hanging long ago
Missing the summer with it's heat
Though if gave the devil his fresh meat
Chains that hang from the walls
Explains were the evil falls
The silent widow gone to dust
And the loom's metal is covered with rust
The dolls of inexpressible fear
Gone, with nothing but cloth here
The manor decaying and cracked half-way
Will keep the darkness backed away
The blood is cleared from your eyes
The man is dead that you despise
The diamonds on the snow were fake
Is this more than you can take?
The chains are now occupied in a prison cell
Welcome young sir,
Welcome to hell
The Cranky Writers' Guild
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