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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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Date: 9/24/2021 2:02:00 PM
This is one of many in the HOLOCAUSTIC series. The poem is an individual but tied together by the word holocaust/ic. Can you find the nightmares?
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