For every hour the stars fell silent, those failing pale cataract eyes from a million miles away.
The sun and every colour ran within another.
The outline of a thousand graveyard cities in silver gelatine.
The child, the babe and the wheat rotted where they lay.
The ice settles into my snow-blind hands.
I will make your days as dark as my dreams.
I will swallow you whole.
My venom will wash the earth clean.

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