Darkness Will Fall

Darkness Will Fall

The spirits shape the night sky
For all yet to see
With a demon eye
Lost in a new reality

A fist of fright
With clouds that devour
Death grips the moonlight
Through everyday, every hour

The wind of blood runs pure
As the shadows of pain occur
Yet the weakest endure
While tragedy shall conquer

Stars of delicate dust
Caress the soul of mourning
Yet agony is now just
As the ring of hell is forming

Now all does remain
With yet more to gain.