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[maggot]

The Poet heard the Wind scream
The dark and hideous truth
'Twas enough to wake the dead from sleep
And steal the breath from me.

Hurried by fear and dressed in black
Your Poet trampled the night
In search of a voice, the cause of the Wind
The speaker of truth on this night.

Weary from running and starved of breath
This Poet collasped to the ground
And looking up, perhaps to pray
The Wind stood before him, she is found.

She wore savaged eyes, like so the kind
She wore on the day of the death of his love
When she made a deal with a Poet
To avenge his pride by the death of his love.

They took the young Dalhia out to sea
And left her wet and dead
Never to love another, even him
Drowned in the lust she surrounded herself with.

So the Wind told the truth to all
The dark and hideous truth
Like the wind insanity is blown
So the Hangman's rope told your Poet, he was no more.