Held In Hollows

Through tainted mass

A scourge unseen

Brought three winters forth

And set between

After these hundreds of years

The embers and fate will collide

Her rotten heart has burst

And shattered through dead wood

When they drank from the earth, the end was near

Tracing paths that once ran alone and pure

Suffused within, the blighted decay

Now snapped into dust, their splinters fall

But a tithe to the wind, his frail grasps

Clawed for the moon then came undone

When all hope fails in the last broken bough

Her strength will be gone

Churning ash and husks in the bitter winds

Crack the earth and burn the sky

A wry procession of hubris

Where nothing remains

But everything changes...

In destruction she will create

Arising in glory, the searing gaze

Crimson-handed specter of death

Under the blood eye of furies

Bury their feeble hearts