Eclipse
To what I owe this pleasant surprise
blacken sphere in the morns sunrise
Bright rays of hope begin to dim
a man descends for it is him
Ever so dark the world becomes
and fills with childrens ghostly hums
But where to hide he always knows
for nothing slips beneath his nose
Shadows dance across the walls
and chase me down through narrow halls
But where they turn is not for
I close my eyes as not to see
A binding bond begins to tear
as precious time is on the wear
I stare into her withered eyes
but cannot come to last goodbyes
How many more of these they tell
where lies the land that slain the hell
But slowely close her withered eyes
the peircing air comes screechy cries
Whose howls these are I think you know
hes come to watch the final show
A grueling grin upon his face
it burning through my soul as mace
A heart of pain no eyes shall shear
yet glisten down the cheek a tear
he reaches out a lanky hand
to know all well where it will land
Take a glimpse of burning light
for there is nothing left to fight
A building stands while structures fall
I reach the final stopping wall
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