Currents overtaking my lonely heart
Throwing the remains into a lively abyss of fire
The moon drops heavily from a black sooted sky
The sun blocked out and stolen by an entity unnamed
Yet I know this horrid spirit
I see his flag miles away
His staff pointed and dominant
Handsome and unfulfilled
Searching for a home to plant his livid symbol
By: Amy Hunter Drago (Written many years ago)
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