…Walls came crashing down
ruins of a fortress, louder than
thunder
Wicked gods
awakening screams
of distorted sleep
Nothing but a dream
anger driven
hope
Desperate
to be free of
despair
Into the twilight
with nothing but a blinded sight
Harmonious anguish of
howling moonlight and
a dead
song
sings
a shattering shrill
Nights of cold whispers
they’re never fading
Nostalgic
memories of the sun
If things were only
built everything upon beauty
then the skies would paint
a warm golden sun…