When Everything Starts to End

The winds never flew with distorted wings nor feared the crow's caw echoing in the twilight till proud Man came...

...The Seas drown themselves
with the ale from their bile
feasting flesh upon flesh as
a ravaged lady mourns
for her daughters
and sons
were fed to the fire
Tomorrow is losing
into a fade and
windows will never see
a sunrise again
nor a flower's
bloom with joy
and the only red left
in this world is
the blood that paints the streets
of a narcissistic ideology that
manipulates every breath in this plane
Soon
on that horizon
behind the mountains of men
the skies will bleed and
gray clouds will fear
the shadows
of uncertainty...