Moonlight gleams on the desolate town.
Managing of gruesome woes,
depriving the crown of the might crowd.
The cowardly crew marches
through the ransacked wasteland of ideality.
The once cool kingdom of dreams,
boomed backwards of chipped fragments.
Uncaught hazards, flying from the paths of creation
The half drunk vigor of the given gift of glory,
Knowing no bounds the flock the birds of the despaired path.
Everlasting from the dark domineered sky,
Birds plummet, feeding off decayed remains
Remnants of age old light.
Chaos Dirge Community Member 
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