And so
The echoes scattered by winds
Disturbed the stillness of dark waters,
Asleep for a thousand years
As dusk veils the cold ancient lakes
And death in the realm of the serpent throne
Into a gathering of old
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I walked among the dead stars
And the moon became blood
And I walked among the ashes
Of a ruined infinity
At the edge of dead winters
Shades of tormented sadness
Weeps the dying spirit
From their most inner depths