Dying, Finally in peace


Sparks fly on dark wings
Midnight falls and dawn will rise
Alone before the magic hour
Lighting strikes across the moor

Evil essence fills the moon
Wings spread against the eagle's cry
Feel the coded words upon their lips
Cry slowly with a smile

Cold they sleep
No breath to be seen
Corpses lay over the earth
Blood turns the water red dying


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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