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

And all love lost

In the midst of the dark

The walls shone with blood

And melancholy’s art

But her walk never ended

As she left her town

Gazing at the moon

And the stone cold ground

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