Thursday, November 21, 2013

Automatic

The sky gleams red with blood,
The city darkens,
mists seeping in,
blades are sharpen for war.

No one will be untouched,
from the chaos that will ensue,
stars will fall,
and the sun will dim.

Until the light returns to the sky,
hope will be restored,
and what was wronged,
will be right.

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