The Last of Them

An owl observing the night

White feathers blended well with the snow

Unspoken and unheard desires

The cracks on wheel of time have made a hole

Sealed lips and clenched jaws

Distorted memories creating invisible scars

Buried hidden are emotions raw

Broken legacies have left them numb

No more good fortune for the rotten souls

It’s too late anyway

Stains of crimson colored the thick snow

No more hope anyway

Once an empire now a ruin

History kept inside the remaining minds

Dead dreams creating scars deep

Nocturnal creatures taking over the last light


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