Last Sun
people are torn away again
before a new death from Iron night fights
lethal wolf hurts like the house of a city
Is not this the irony of fate, aware that hidden in the dismal collapse kills?
grim blood escapes
blasphemous rose dance on our penalty
spit
illusory darkness on the iron as the host of the past still spit
broken sky slowly burning
ravens meet painfully aware forgotten
suffer
Fleeing...