I tore the sunlight
into strips to bind your wounds.
You were bleeding shadows
into the old town.
Shadows of truth, and old pain.
The monsters shambled,
townsfolk hanging from their teats.
“Come away,” I whispered.
“We’re waking them.”
I tore the sunlight
into strips to bind your wounds.
You were bleeding shadows
into the old town.
Shadows of truth, and old pain.
The monsters shambled,
townsfolk hanging from their teats.
“Come away,” I whispered.
“We’re waking them.”