Black Storm

A violent suspense above So stained and blackened Swallowed by the shifting sands The burning of shapes adrift In search for the crossing of lights Born by the gust from her wings Rest in the eye of the storm Devoured and lost Descending like blood from the sky Untouched by the flame Stung by the crooked blade Born by the gust from her wings Feeding on blood from a wounded sky Ascend the mournful kings Evoken by the singing wind Forgotten sons forever sing

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025