The Darkend Sun Poem by Eric Elliott
The Darkend Sun
Storm clouds darken the land
the rain that falls not only in my hand
but over the graves of all man
the dead lay in the streets
apon their bodys the monsters eat
The troops pass, the city falls
monsters kill us one and all
I run and sneak away
only to find theres no safe place to stay
I turn to run then they attack
hitting my open back
Swiftly I die
on my bones theres not even an eye
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