Night came
And guided by shadows
I crossed the arcs
And entered the burial ground

Rummaging the dirt
Among broken slabs
I feel their smell
And their roughness

Old bones, old skulls
Forgotten by time
Abandoned
One with the dust

In these dead cloisters
I am one with the dead monks
Isolated in existence and inexistence
Sentenced to be guarded by the moon
In such secluded ground

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