Reckoning

The horizon rises before me.
A black mass approaches
Rushing forth to smother all
Drown out the light
Ignore the cries of those beneath.
Always onward, never back
Tide of evil and winds of ice
Howling across a barren moor.
Ships of the dead glide silent
On a sea of change.
Tattered flags unfurled
Feel wind that crew cannot
Their battle cries sound upon the waves.
From a crest above the sea I watch
Behind me the world sleeps
Caught between light and dark
Waiting for the end.

Original Photography

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