blackstormwarrior

Hope glides past on empty strings And the slow beating of birds upon their wings. Zeal hidden by empty eyes Abruptly turning to the dawn, at which the sun will rise. Remembering the dark nights hidden away from sun Doom shall soon overtake, and the end shall come. Silence falls when darkness rings Taken when the bells sounds ding. Return to life when light comes home Into the place as old as Rome No entrance the sign will say Go and come back again another day Solemn lies the place of doom, in the dark, in the tomb.