ψ epilogus ψ

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The son has risen,
To the dark.
His lover beside him,
Joining arms.
Their followers kneeling,
Heads bowed down.
Witnessing the killings,
All around.
The witches are dead,
There is no more to fight.
The world is at its end,
Bringing the dark night.
A new world will come,
The two rulers embraced.
A king and queen together as one,
With damned souls enlaced.

Burn The Stars ψ Michael LangdonWhere stories live. Discover now