Return To Darkmere Deep down in the darkest of places Blackness hides inanimate faces Absent fire, for no wood will burn People pray for daylights return The lake of ruin, its waters still Hides a secret from deep within Lead ingots weigh corpses down The condemned, silently drowned A little boy, a bone in each palm Beats on a skull, a haunting psalm A hooded man, scars on his face Walks in mud, leaving no trace Nobody ends up here by fate Past sins, avenged by the wraith It would not be wise to end up here In the terrible town of Darkmere
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