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End of Days
Thumping, beating, banging, drumming,
wings temporal, always humming.
In the darkness of nights unseen,
there she sits in silver sheen.
In the background, music plays,
on the wind, the water sprays.
Twilight dragon, hear my cry,
lend me strength so he might die.
In my past of bloody screams,
battered, beaten, broken dreams.
Sound the opus, hear my plea,
alarm is nigh, the forest key.
In shadowed path, the raven flies,
through icy fog to misty skies.
In cosmic dust, a mystery lack,
a child’s fate hung on a plaque.
Kill the demon, hide from view,
with broken fear, see nothing new.
On dragon wings, night set ablaze,
the rest live out the end of days.
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