Morning breaks
As the sun returns
A paler dawn
Has never been seen
The wind laments
Initiates a death knell
My conscience the scars
Reality is summoned in an instant
The clouds lament is an echo
Of sorrow
Introspective and intrinsic
To my being
An echo of death arises in my soul
Their plague continues to fester and to rot
No more defined are the lines of chaos and order
For me
Than they were when Luna reigned
By the will of the damned
It shall be so
All colors matted to grey
By the will of the damned
It shall be so
A vision remains
But crimson in rage
I wait for it now
The world crumbling down
I listen as it fades
Into the night
I still watch for it now
Even as my eyes,
Ablaze, begin to die