Death crowns me
under a night with no moon
black star rising in the east
coming to devour all
The walls must hold
broken legions must stand and fight
on shores white with ash
bathed in a red sea
in woodlands where wicker men walk
washed in the fire of coming ritual
and in a city fallen low to ruin
on streets that dream of burning
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Mitchel David Ring 
4 responses to “Legion”
This feels very dark today, but I enjoyed listening to your voice reading it aloud.
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Thanks Dawn! (:
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All seems lost to death and despair.
Wonderful writing! 🙂
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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