Burning Atropolis
Is all I see
Crushing and gleaming
Stabbing
Laughing
The stormy clouds looming over
Threatening death upon us
Or is it just an illusion of the polluted air
The crows’ fly-in
To drop
D E A D
To
S U F F E R
Hopelessly alive
We know, yet still, we wonder
Why everything is so silent
So still
There’s peace at last,
And the only breath I hear is the wind
Blowing on the lifeless bodies
At the
W I T C H ‘ S
H O U R
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