A Tyrannical Dawn Comes
Highways stretch into the aftermath.
Lunar ascends...
Grins sinisterly
A cry rises with the currents
Carried on shadowed wings
into vacant, violent, violet skies.
Night runs from golden rays
Like streaks from shooting stars
Falling. Air raid!
Thermals detonate resonates obliterates
Splash stone, sands, lands crimson,
a thousand years.
Flesh transparent as a specters.
Of ancient rites, incendiary nights
As winds cut like a raven cry. Lock vectors.
Razored spines.
Holocaustic...rights.
Host.
A falcon soars. Blind!
Soars on thermals
Forgotten spirits scatter, shatter
flutter into the icy hurricanes void.
Back into the Blackend Earth
ashen embers, with scarlet hearts
Spin, spiral on windswept promenades...
A Highway stretching into twilight.
And to the future, I dream, damnation!
I pray may never ever come, thoughts cascades…
I dance with the ghost of ancient man.
I dwell in the forgotten, forbidden, forsaken lands
As the tyrannical dawn comes...
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