Rain

A song from bygone days A haunting tune in the back of the mind Sing with the damned, oh rising tide For the stars are aligned on the clearest sky A song from belated morns Daunting moons, forever behind This night the sky became the sea Beating soil and the soul torn asunder Who should dare to tread under darkest clouds Slick and tarnished with the taste of demise Tainted water pours from the ages past Running through these fingers battered and worn to the bone Diluted with the shadows of wasted days Frozen it hovers to the broken ground

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 07, 2026