A low sound rumbles
Effervescent echo
Permeating everything
A low solid hum
A dark grey stillness
Descends definitively
Like a blanket being slowly lowered
Draping in gloom
A cold chill creeps
Wrapping its icy tendrils
And whispers through the darkness
Weaving all together
The darkness, the chill, the deep low hum
Bind together in a tapestry
Woven into sadness and gloom
And wraps its heavy burdens and weight
Around me.
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