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Fortress Of Doom
Blackness.
Bleak terrain,
under golden skies.
Birds of green dive
and sigh their cries.
Dawn, in glittering form
casts rays asunder.
The distant sun cries here
to the wanderer,
the seeker, possessor of fear.
A lost, forlorn traveller,
weary and bent
heads north,
with suicidal intent.
As bone, the monolith looms.
A great Gothic tomb.
Scarred with wounds, self slashed.
Cracked granite.
Giant stone jaws mash,
and consume.
A fortress of doom.
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