Forming the shadows into lions
To wake up a sleeping. machine
Jaws of death arl eating Their way
into the soul of silence
Falling stars in the universe
Cutting through heavy skies
eyes wathing a yellow half moon
AS they swallow the silvfr blades
The burning flame of triumph
Is dying deep within the well
A limp scavenger is feeding
In the ashes of what is left
Vast land of forgtten memories
desert black nothingness
a colourless rainbow marks the loss
the loss to a novel dawn

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