Shadows gather, flames roar and grow
Dark omens of the end
The moon grows red, and blood flows
Our death has come
The Dark One has come
Vines as tall as castles, thorns jutting out
eager to draw blood
Horns silhouetted in smoke
Preparing a flaming flood
Demise has come
The dragon has come
Vines as tall as castles, thorns jutting out
eager to draw blood
Horns silhouetted in smoke
Preparing a flaming flood
Demise has come
The dragon has come
I love the way you fractured this. Poetry is meant to make you think and it completely made me think! It was lovely.
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