They created dense mists of uncertainty.
So we could never be found on earth.
We are the neglected species of alien.
Like supernatural Gods looking down on mere mortals.
There is no time to fit in with, or socialise with others.
In this vast dark planet of lonely wilderness.
Intangible beings are like vampire outcasts.
We suck upon the lillies of deathless kisses.
In the shadows of regret and isolation.
Friendly ghost spirits walk among our haunts.
Enticing us to seek out misfortunes of others.
While the sky is black and grey with tears.
We also wander as ghostly shadows of yesterday.
Deep within the unsurviving forests of the future.
Sir Markus Furiae.
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