Vigils

The sinners and the sun (efra's song) - Sylvia Naevys

In dread we looked up towards the silver mirror,

And we saw that we were wretched things,

Messy and unforgivable we spoke the only words we knew,

And we whispered prayers until the dawn came for us,

Begging for salvation and mercy,

though we knew we were unworthy.

And when it did come,

It washed away our sins in fire,

And it left only ash and bone,

We became the last ruins and remains of a forgotten empire,

Charred sculptures raised in his honour,

And as a reminder to those that remained not to make our mistakes.