14 novembro 2005

Fallen

“The night falls with a silent silver scream,
cold and alone are we.
The light for which you sacrifice yourself flares once…
then dies, swallowed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
All hope must surely perish by its own ashes.
Your body rests; your soul seeks no more.
How could you fail to understand?
Shadows surround us, crying…laughing…
We are fallen.”

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