The dusty lobes of your eyes,
Dark news of a king's wellness they carry
To the masses,
On raven wings of a light tongue
Broken, the spirits of her citizens,
Surrounded by enemies of blades and chariots,
Camping under the hollow moon
And before dawn,
Shall they throw rocks of flames,
To the sky walls of this city,
Commencing, the day between jaws of desolation
Mothers shall run,
Hidden, faces of their cherished daughters,
Behind loincloths of their ashes
And sons, besides their fathers,
The rising spirits of the dead
How easy it is to set fire on a pine forest?
So easy it is, to seize a city whose king lies,
Covered in wool and animal skin,
Fighting the inviting winter of an after world
The place where time defines no history
But an abyss of oblivion
A throne without a heir,
And a name, to vanish like smoke
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
The dusty lobes of your eyes,
Dark news of a king's wellness they carry
To the masses,
On raven wings of a light tongue
Broken, the spirits of her citizens,
Surrounded by enemies of blades and chariots,
Camping under the hollow moon
And before dawn,
Shall they throw rocks of flames,
To the sky walls of this city,
Commencing, the day between jaws of desolation
Mothers shall run,
Hidden, faces of their cherished daughters,
Behind loincloths of their ashes
And sons, besides their fathers,
The rising spirits of the dead
How easy it is to set fire on a pine forest?
So easy it is, to seize a city whose king lies,
Covered in wool and animal skin,
Fighting the inviting winter of an after world
The place where time defines no history
But an abyss of oblivion
A throne without a heir,
And a name, to vanish like smoke
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