Blue swathes of lament cast skeletal shadow,
o’er this dreaded pang as a grim mist,
segues silently into dark claustrophobic canyon,
where rabid zeal of hearts once bristled and smouldered,
from intense magma’s deep red throbbing vein,
as I dwell on faint recall of wild scent purple heather walks
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