Empty Quietude

Is there no respite 

From cacophonous onslaught?

Grave silence beckons

Offering some false solace; 

A dulcet Siren,

Singing softly of retreat

From all worldly suffering.

Oh, that hollow call,

Promising a warm embrace

In the frozen earth.

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