Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Fallen

By: Gus Victoria

Death is no release
From a tortured prison
That knows no light,
Deep is the chasm
That engulfs the soul
Of the fallen,
The Nephilim are no more,
We stand alone
In the darkest night
We are the sentinels,
Luna shines on us
As only she can,
And in her soft embrace,
Her children,
We hunt.

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