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Barricade the sky - night owls lament iv

Barricade the hills against the sun.
It is coming,
to break down the doors of night
with a battary ram of fire and light.
It will break through the hills and towering trees
golden arrows ripping through the leaves
sending the panicked birds into the air. 
It has come to kill the moon
to put an end to dreaming
to dry the dust
and banish the jewels scattered on the blades of grass. 
Rise early.
Go the fields
and try to barricade the sky. 
Try to barricade the sky.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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