Foretold
What darkness traps my mind in time over?
What thoughts travel from hell
Placing claws in tender flesh?
The night air foul with danger
Sewers run thick with blood
No respite from the sound
of towns and villages burning
People run with nowhere to go
Death knocks on every door
This too is prophesied
The sun will shine again,
the rain will wash the streets clean
Ill wind shall be blown from its moorings
Town and village will rise anew…
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