Dusk's Beginning
The chiselled talons of soulless sane,
With crooked claw of judgement bane,
That in the glare of beaded tell,
Seizes the cries where innocents dwell.
Whose shadows are dust in plumage stained,
The ashes of merciless reign.
Where crowned in glory of thorned rose,
They’ll seat the throne of headless woes,
The guardians of the fallen ten,
The service of shadow less men.
Copyright © Lauren Knight | Year Posted 2015
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