EDEN’S FALL
Howling shrieks like newborn children ripped from the womb,
Fire spewing from all around.
Black, empty shapes
Wrapped up in the think gray fog—
A security blanket for the eternally sleeping.
Basking in the searing heat,
Perched like a crow in the moonlit sky,
The laughing King
Stands triumphant on his throne of skulls.
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