A form caught this spectral character
And bowed its head down
It digs into flesh and soul
He became a dwarf, a keeper of stars

And the surrendering ones
Those with dead fins
Threw him into the vault

Several outlivers beckoned him
Among beggars there's no king
Smothered in life, demise and decay

What else should happen on a rainday?

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