CAMELOT FANTASIES

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HAUNTED ROADS

Ghosts ov the roads, keeps singling us out.
A reaper one and all, waiting to hear death rise.
From hell, it screams and shouts.
The essence ov the demise, blows thru the air.
Never was death, to be so near.
My mind, still on the road.
Luv ov friends, do persevere.
Wearing our cuts, thru out the years.
On the roads, our freedom to ride.
Death prevails, but we don't hide.
On our side, the Grim Reaper rides.