The End
Like a white fungus, a lump of wind covers The green corpse of the lost world. Frozen rivers form an iron dam Which holds together the rotten remains. In a small rainy corner stands The last city in stony patience. A dead skull lies - like a prayer - Slanted on the body, the black penitential bench.
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