Strikerbolt

At the edge of oblivion they stood Feeding their eyes with rays of the new born moon Thinking of how blessed are they for breathing in the womb Bones reduced to ash the hope for all their dreams For they were abandoned oh they were forsaken in the sea By the night they died and in the early morning they fled Away looking for the shore to sink in deep Burdened by the weight of the universe chained to their feet Emotionless they sat deep deep within the sea Tears combined with water everything disappears Even that glorious prophecy between her sleeves Closing their eyes wishing for death to be their ease From this untold misery fr