Melancholy’s Art

As she walked on down

Down the empty road

With shadows all around

Though the street lights glowed

–

And broken voices called

From the empty streets

But the road still echoed

With the sound of her feet

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And all love lost

In the midst of the dark

The walls shone with blood

And melancholy’s art

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But her walk never ended

As she left her town

Gazing at the moon

And the stone cold ground