A Poet's Apocolypse
After that moment a gray dust covers all
Invading the senses, casting a veil of despair
The prince of darkness will have his due
Oh cry ye fools, of this hell be you aware....
And what of the poets with blood on their pens
Huddled in dark corners, trying to understand
Making rhymes for only the night wind to read
In the end a homage of heart to a beloved land.....
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