The Dark Of Years


Winter blows in this year
We break each moment
The evils come
Uncertain how to fall with snow
Petals on the flowers fell
Trumpets blow
Must be used before it goes
They floated down
Becoming dust
They break upon the walls
Angels fly
One held on hard
Soon the seeds fall
Babies are born
As each bright veil fell
Portals close
All people die
One by one
Light illuminates
Into the void of years
Everything repeats
Alone upon the trail
Into the dirt buries us all
All souls must travel on
You desire to twine
You would seek to admire
Tatters left upon the stem
With my broken soul
Before the dark of years blows in

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