And then, there were none…

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In the distant hum of the forgotten wild
A mournful drizzle caressing their skin
The final day before their grieving eyes
And a final storm within

In silence she kneels beside the yew old
And watches her child sleep in his blood
A deafening quiet from men and the skies
And a battlecry from the Lord

In the blinding rain they marched beyond
Under a treacherous sky had the end begun
No god or man could have come in between
And they walked into the sun

In her empty arms sleeps her empty dream
And empty eyes search for her little son
They ran for the blood in a raging storm
And then, there were none…

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