Doom

The soundless flight of gloom
Beats its vast unweary wings
Across black skies, a red moon
To meet cowering hosts of kings

The shadows lengthen to a tragic demise
The mourners weep, a throaty cry
The tears roll down unseeing eyes
For loss, for blood, for a savage lie

The cracking bones, the crushing spine
The heavy gait of a dying mind
For whom do the morning rays shine
For none have been left behind

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