Through the winds of time
A poet found The Key
To The Elder Rhyme
Some call the song mystic
With tales of
gore
And terror in the night
His words, no more,
Have kept me mystified
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An art revealed to no one
Some
say insanity
A lesson from The Baron
Master of mystery
I'm mystified
Shadows of his thoughts
Bring horror to the
mind
Legions of the lost
Brought forth by his design
Morbid tales unfold
That leave thee terrified
Poetry of old
To
keep thee mystified
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Macabre words of fear
Created in the night
Death always so near
Manifesting
fright
In his work I've seen
A strange and mystic light
His life-long dream
Was to
mystify
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Decadence and suffering
Devils in the bellfry
Art of Black Arts
Summoned by his rhyme
Dark
and evil madness
Induced by his passion
For mystification
Of the mind, mystify
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