From the purple eye of death The last exhaled breath Comes an aweful doom And darkness starts to loom
It dims the roads once bright Quenches golden light Sends tremors through the land Like my trembling hand
Trembling on the key That sets the danger free Releasing purging fire Born from grief and ire
Fear will bring the dark And there is no lighted ark So hide your fears away Until the final day
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Scott Bailey is an author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited”, "Thirteen Tales" – a collection of Ghost Stories and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry, plus his latest work, a collection of epic poems - Andervayne's Dream. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.
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