Caricamento in corso...

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The air tastes of waiting tonight, heavy and leaden on my tongue,
A pregnant pause, aging ever darker,
The gathering storm of stillbirths.
How unlovely the tide has grown,
How like a thief, it slides in stealthily,
To erode the foundation of hope.
Will wonders ever cease? Oh yes, the hour is upon us.
All the worlds will be bled as carrion for the feasting jaws of Death;
The Sun extinguished in Fenrir’s unslakable belly.
Do you hear it? A great drumming noise,
The sound of all life beating together.
It steadily slows now, as if through poison,
Until the terrible silence chokes off the wailing of a universe unmade,
And all that is left of everything, is nothing.

(2014)

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