Legion

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

—

Mitchel David Ring

Dawn Renee Miller says:

July 7, 2021 at 9:39 am

This feels very dark today, but I enjoyed listening to your voice reading it aloud.

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  July 9, 2021 at 2:19 am
  
  Thanks Dawn! (:
  
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Terveen Gill says:

July 8, 2021 at 6:01 am

All seems lost to death and despair.
Wonderful writing! 🙂

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  July 9, 2021 at 2:19 am
  
  Thank you! Cheers (:
  
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