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A Hammer To Break The Stars

Foul spores upon the winde are cast
From void they come, a shadow vast
Shapes flee swift 'neath skies that break
Pale light doth rise, the dark to wake

Strange sounds from pools where stillness lies
Marks unseen upon men’s eyes
The hidden signs, burnt in their wake
In silent corners shadows quake

The winde, it bears a breath unknown
Of ancient doom, in whispers sown
'Tis not the stars, nor sky, nor sea
But something else, unseen, set free

What stirs beyond the tornèd veil
Doth sow the seed, yet leaves no trail
No hand is felt, no form is seen
Yet all the stars have turned unclean
Written by ThePalestRider
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