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Black snow putting tender flesh to sleep
Heavy clouds darkening the once blue sky
The breath of the great dragon in its waves of heat
Awoken after centuries of peace
No screams sound no more
As Sol claimed his realm again
Death is lingering in every pore
As statues they mark their grave
As they vanished so remained today
Their bodies the story shall tell
Where once was life, now is dead grey
No memory found time to dwell
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The Beauty Of Poetry
PoetryHermes to be these Words The Letter my Feelings shall be The Recieving being You And the Originator being Me Please note that I am not an English native speaker. I am from Germany and therefore might make some mistakes during writing. Also, for some...
