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I little knew
That in that room
The Gathering
I thought a game

And if I knew
Would I have gone
And held their hands
The very same?

In reaching out
Into the dark
I little thought
It reached to me

Now hovering
A spirit calls
It calls as death
Like death to me

Triumphant now
I feel its breath
Against my cheek
And we begin

I have no choice
My fate is sealed
It waits impatient
To come in

And did he know
The one that called
Us like lost sheep
Into the room

A sacrifice
Is always part
Of what dark flowers
Take to bloom?

I little knew
A parlour game
Would be the dirge
That demons sing

But would I yet
So curious
Have gone there still
The Gathering?

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