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upon toothed wings, it ate the sky.

a season of scarlet, with fields fed on blood,

it bled the stars until they were dry.

nights: unmarked by a single starlet, instead, from above,

came an unyielding crimson flood.

and a thousand cycles passed before the stars returned.

when unnce ascended to remake the shattered firmament,

to add his pealing voice to the wailing sea of flesh that had,

above our blood soaked world-

a thousand woeful years churned.