Eclipse

And settle towards the darker light,
Death would come to reach in sight.
Ancient beast corrupt the land,
By maiden’s strike of the iron hand.
If yet return the peace of state,
Suffer behind the pale of fate.
All shall fade in a bed to sleep,
In planes of field, the rot to keep.


Art: Eclipse by Florent Llamas

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