A Dystopia To End Them All


Beacons illuminate our towers
Banishing glooms of the ether
Diamonds raining down in showers
Alluring, filling our irises

Black and blue to white and gold
Truhs unfold, so we stand anew
Eyes on stars, no ground beneath
Floating in serenity

Strongholds swallowed by dark smoke
Night folk with hearts cold
Walking on their own debris
Old souls thrown into black holes
Trapped in the shallows
Of new mundane poetry

Pages in flames
Dead, barren lands
Voices in chains
Joining their hands
Gasping for air
Chewing on dust
A feast of despair
The bridge has been crushed by the rust

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