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the yellow moon lights our path
dressed in black and wrath
we roam the streets
voices echo like ghosts in the dark night
as we walk the abandoned city
like kings and queens among the dead
the building at our horizon
boarded and beaten
calls up forth
cameras in hand
and hand in hand
we trek our way inside
walls caved in and soaked with stories and paint
we add our make to the many
the other souls who were captivated
flashes snap off in the darkness
as laughter fills the dark halls
we walk away
back to the streets
into the fog and shadows of the night
with nothing but darkness to lead us