Given to the wind
the harrowing sound of change ushers in...
No more Silence, sheets and trees roar,
spread no wings, lady crow, tonight,
neither thin, nor wide, nor black and white.
A storm is brewing.
We will be ever-reaching branches of the sky
near the end of earth
for a while.
Lest it be not mentioned, no glory to dark Hollywood,
for it showed many evils and yet,
then stepped up the Gods.
All of them.
Beams of sparkling years-old light
caught in whispers; these clouds
miles away, in a new world,
fixing this dark thing
the world found itself in...
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