Of Dusk and Ruins
A gaze upon a hollow awe we quenched, eternity inflames redemption in our souls inconspicuously aspiring terror within us. Expunging ages fought in oblivion, shadows contemplate those tumbling in their misery and cries of desolation. At their mercy all's exalted and garnished segregating our lives with disregard, it's their triumph we long revere.