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Oh, the reaching hands of deeds lain bare to sight,
The kind that bind the throat as serpents ‘twixt old stone,
Shadows creep though on a moonless night and terror leaps like a virus infecting all things on a moonless night, but why?
Why, the feel of breach? The breeze from autumn’s leave? And the dimming of the sun? Where now hangs the moon? The answer lay in tomb,
First came the sweat that danced along with the chill,
Next came the torrents and currents of crimson spilled,
Then came the crawling things that call the night their home to clean our bones when our guilt has run its course,
Hungry they be no more,
I hear the sturm and drang flowing beneath all things,
First drew close the clouds then the sickness behind and ending in a feast macabre,
Pestilence of autumn bleeds like leaves to winter leaving ruinous heaps of frozen meat,
Our tears they flowed in blood as vengeance spreads its wings wide-a nightbird in answer of sorrow’s call,
The earth it comes to life and all eyes know the why, the why…
Shadows creep like hands in reach,
Makes of men’s pride a tenuous thing,
How be these shadows on cold moonless night?
A lonely god weeps in dread longing,
Leafless trees like hands they reach,
Leaves of men’s pride a ruined thing,
From chaos sprang life at a lover’s hand,
A lonely god weeps as its loneliness tires,
I can see the end is drawing near dead armor forged in tears leaden under noose,
I can see the end is drawing nigh-and all that I can say is are better off this way.
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