Black plain

A black plain
in the air the pain
and the memoirs of the past
written in the ruins of what lasts.

Wind of dust
created to embrace
the lonely creature standing
in his own destructed crest.

The last glimp and sparks
of sun and stars floating away
with the sound of cries
begging for relief.

Never again will someone see
the dark plain of what's left of me
let them see the walls of stone
created to protect my darkness against their own.

Flee, flee creature of the pain
and run from your destruction
it will al be in vain

Cause devoured you have
nothing left nomore
just the hate
and a creature you never saw before.