Bog Bodies

In marshy depths where shadows dwell,

Bog bodies sleep, a tale to tell.

Ancient secrets, skin turned brown,

Preserved in peat, a burial gown.

Gnarled hands that once held dreams,

Now clenched in mud, silent screams.

Leathery skin, a time capsule,

Whispers of a life, lost and ample.

Bog bodies, remnants of the past,

Moments frozen, memories cast.

Hair like midnight, tangled and wild,

A sacrifice to the bog, a ritual compiled.

Faces etched with lines of sorrow,

Echoes of a yesterday tomorrow.

Mysteries wrapped in murky shroud,

Entombed in earth, a burial proud.

Yet in their silence, stories speak,

Of lives lived strong, but growing weak.

A sacrifice to nature's embrace,

Bog bodies linger, a spectral trace.

Perhaps they danced in moonlit glee,

Or stood in silence by the sea.

Lost in time, a chapter closed,

Bog bodies, witnesses imposed.

So let the bog retain its grasp,

Where memories linger, tightly clasp.

In muddy depths, where secrets wade,

Bog bodies rest in quiet shade.

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