Sounding Cymbal
in the tiptoes of flowing lights
Crashing thunders
In the shadows of unseen darkness
The day breaks in its full glare
Night has lost its innocence
Nothing but a smile of the forgotten
Crawls through a destitute mind
A distant past, unravelled futures
The Nightmare of the unborn
The lost souls of death
Ethereal Eternal
The count of the immortals
Not spirits, not souls
The un-dead, streams of unliving
The last sting of the uncounted.
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