It feels so deep,

enchanted sleep.

A haunting spirit.

Eyes to weep.

With trembling hand

stretched forth to feel,

yet nothing felt.

Five hearts of steel.

Creep closer, closer,

closing in.

In staggered breath

as night begins.

Where mystic songs

will have their way.

Hypnotic rhythm,

come what may.

No presence here.

No ties abound.

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