Whispers of the Dead

A dark tree silhouette,
The creaking of a noose,
A cold corpse a-swing,

Whispers on a breeze,
Crawling over your neck,
Pleadings of the dead,

And the very air leeches life,
Chilling skin,
Holding veiled cries of the fallen.

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