by Ian Lundbom

Created on: September 15, 2009

In daylight they writhe
In darkness they are blind
In moonlight they die

From twilight they are born
From birth they are scorned
From serenity they are raised

Nothing to feel
Nothing to hate
Nothing to love but for the blood red sky

For blood they strive
For ash the bride
For dawn is nigh

A path will be seen
A path to follow
A path of thunder

No return
No destination
No time

Few will follow
Few will see
Few will stay

One to reach
One to save
One to continue

In a world of twilight
In a world of red
In a world with none but them

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