There is enough sorrow to paint the world. There are secrets buried in the graves. The truth is few and far between. The despair flows as they weep. All the while, blood seeps in the streets. We are all silenced. Just another grain of dust. They turn us to ashes. We sing in the sun.
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Reckoning
PoetryPoetry & Prose • Book 2 of the Darkness & Light series • Kind of a chaotic, dark work of poetry and prose. Reckoning is the burning down of worlds, the blurring of the lines between darkness and light.
