Odes to death
and the end of time.
Worlds have fallen,
steeped in crime.
The blackbird cries,
a haunted moan.
Angels have fallen,
encased in stone.
The gods are crushed
in the hearts of men.
Revenge is given,
it all starts again.
Three witches part
in a haunted moor.
And a dagger floats
towards a victim's door.
Fates are woven
by rheumatic hands.
Death and disorder
falls over the lands.
Laudanum highs and
dope induced dreams.
Voices are lost in
the word's violent screams.
A skeletal grip
on a skeleton key,
unlocks mortal hearts
in anxiety's sea.
Leaves fall from the
wishing tree's grip.
And gruesome words tumble
from the Grim Reaper's lip.
The stars are broken
and it all starts again.
The ugly truths held
in the hearts of men.


























. I wonder how long we can still call it "our world" for we really will have destroyed it in one way or another
j/k. Anyway...once again GREAT JOB!!!!!!!








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