[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.Daw
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The last of hope dying away
How many more must fill
Must satisfy his will
Before the sun shall bring new day?
Dozens of cascading arches
Doomed til hope can shine again
Some of them will say
We can find our way
But only he can tell us when.
One in a few faded glimpses
Given up in a sacrifice
Trapped in his tomb
Awaiting our doom
Of ivory fire and ebony ice.
© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)