Big black crows
Resting on tranquil graves
Only sombre sounds full the air
Majestic magpies glide with care
A pheasant struts in between the graves
King of the birds
The crows and magpies
All his unwilling slaves
Calmness prevails
In a sea of morbid solitude
Souls laid to rest
Away from the loudness of the world
At peace.At one
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