An Echo from the Abyss
Within crypts of shadowed doubt,
whispers twine with the weaving wind;
beneath, the skeletal trees did sprout,
a silent choir sans hymn.
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in 7h3 ripple 0f m0rn1ng blash,
d0n'7 f0rg37 th3 pa5s;
it 5123k5 in shad0w8, echo1ng.
The olden script — decoupled m58p — engulfs ringed shadows in ominous dance.