Your golden pearls became my crown
Your walls all crushed in gush of wind
Your king, your sun, had fallen down
And stars in sky begun to bleed
What were your plans? I do not know
They do not matter anymore
It's time to end your solo show
It's time of wrath, of cries, of sores
The flames consume your only castle
Your knights are now burning men
Once clear, your sight is now dazzled
No help you'll get from your amen
It's twilight hour, the coming sunset
When bloody rain forsakes the ground
Your breathing air becomes your dungeon
Your scream breaks off with fearful sound
Wake up; that all were just nightmares
Were they? Beware of dreams you hold
They tend to find way out their lair
And come with evil that you've called
To claim the soul that you've sold
The twilight hour
© Copyright: Никита Сверчков, 2017
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