Morgue:
The morgue was quiet in the day, and the locks on the caskets were unnecessary. Once dawn broke through the window, the morgue was perfectly safe. But I could still hear it. Though the rattling had stopped, that ceaseless pounding, those inconsolable wails, remained inside my mind. I could not dig the holes fast enough.
Echoing Knell:
There is a bell above a well, which yet un-rung has sung. There is a knell within the dell that's heard among the young.
Empty Chair:
The chair sat there, empty, waiting. Uncounted years of dust lay like snow upon the ground. We waited, frozen like statues, waited for a king.
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