Cry
As the rain falls,
For tomorrow lies dead
Since yesterday.
Look
Far to the sky,
Where those infinite stars
Burn furiously
Against the tide.
Feel
The quaking might
As those ancient lords above,
Cast from veneration,
Ready their last breath,
And heaven dies.
Know
That the champion
Lies slain, pooled in scarlet ichor,
His last heroism swallowed
By that cruel villain,
That winds ever toward
Its dark end-game.
Live
In the ashes
Of moonlight so fierce
And call the dark
To ebb.
Dance
In the long shadow
Of the broken world.
Hope
And fear no more.