Azura Nightsong

A sad sun smiles upon the weary day
Our time is short, demise approaches
The lullaby of gods is woven.

The sun's tears wash away flakes of death
The skeletons of a bird screams
Rain cannot wash what's ten feet down.

The sun is dead, the moon arise
Her hateful glare burns all that's left
A wasteland's song, everlasting end.

  • Author: Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2017 06:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sorry I haven't been posting lately have had phone issues. Hope you enjoy!
  • Category: Unclassified
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    YES INDEED AZURA ~ APOCALYPSE NOW ! I love all the ANGST and PATHOS you have poured into this poem it has real air of finality about it. EVERLASTING END inded ~ Thanks for sharing & scaring ~ I need a Hug now ! YOURS BRIAN

  • ShannonXx

    Really enjoyed reading this!

    • Azura Nightsong

      I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading.

    • Heather T

      Stark and amazing images! Great write.

      • Azura Nightsong

        Glad you liked it, thanks for reading!

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