Silence crawls along the rocks and roads of an enclosed world of despair endowed. On, a darkness courses, through the rim of this world around, and the lights fading to an all-encompassing dim are unfound. Have we failed, the last alive, to keep the sky bright? And so, we fall unto our knees and shed sorrow: The sun has shaded. The clouds have closed. The day of dying has come to pass, and surfaces from the earth is not but the gloss of glass. All is at end, and Midnight is here.
Last edited by DENLOCK
, 8:18 PM on Mar 17, 2009