Geoff Anton


Tonight

Tonight

In the grey of the abyss, it is said that all is lost
In the absence of the bliss, the air begins to frost
The trees begin to fold, and wither in the cold
The dismal land is desolate, and soon a king to throne
To reign and rule these wasted lands upon a sacred stone

As the darkness starts to creep, a lonely creature weeps

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