Death of the World

Every dreamer is a given a face
Sad slow songs mourn the death of the world
Wooden beads sway
Firelight dances through the night
Mystics cannot bring back the old ways
They are lost lost forever
People change like the seasons
The world never remains the same
Shades of grey pigment the day
Chivalry is dead
Heroes rule the night by death & fear
I’m too far gone to return now
Too far removed from the past
Shackles & chains rusted beyond repair
I am out of reach of the cold clasp of the world
Needle in my flesh to see if it still hurts
Press it deep flush with tissue
Feel the pain of steel in flesh
Watch a copper pearl of blood seep from skin

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