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Gray
A rare skaldic ballad from Niflheim, the second layer of the Gray Waste
Gray.
Always grey.
I lie still.
Colours bleed.
Gray.
Unending gray.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
I lie still.
Gray.
Unending gray.
I feel. I felt.
I bleed. I bled.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Gray.
Always gray.
I wonder.
I pause.
I ask.
Am I?
Are we?
Are they?
Unending gray.
Crave the cold.
Yearn for pain.
Beg for sense.
Gray.
Always gray.
Ask for food.
Pray for rain.
Plead for help.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Gray.
Unending gray.
Always there.
Always here.
Never stopping.
Never ceasing.
Gray.
Always gray.
Lie still.
Leave all.
Colours bleed.
Life stills.
The world turns.
The wheel spins.
Gray.
Unending gray.