| When the Black Shroud visits me |
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Poem from Ruth - (past player) She shrouds me A silken glove, she handles me My body covered from head to toe My head and face see light no more She holds me tight She won’t let go She is the darkest black No light penetrates her embalming cloak Her seams are taped She leaves me as a lost soul She distorts my thinking She enters my mind Her wretched fingers Become entwined With my future, Which is hard to find She is all powerful She pulls me in To the point I ran No longer swim There is just one way out So just give in… |
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