Midnight Blaze

 

The congregation is a-mass.

Scattered bones come alas.

Streams O light slither o’er the grass.

Silently, images whisper,echo, down closed off roads.



Screams are heard of dreams untold.

Weeds, parched, ignite, flash as lightening.

Fiery blazes glow in the night.

All hope is lost to disperse this fight.

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