Hollow Horror - 2012/09/03

In the sea of black
A single candle burns
Soon to be snuffed out
Before the beast learns

When it is eradicated
Memories begin to fade
Forgotten like legions
Slaughtered by the blade

Maybe it is the last
As the crusade closes
One final parlor trick
Before the truth imposes

A crescendo of fate
Collapsing upon heads
Coaxing screams out of
Those hiding in the beds

All but snuffed out
Terrors are released
Anarchy and fear join
Upon us they then feast

That future which lies
Past the marching boots
Aborted only by the wise
Who can trace their roots

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