the wind blows its dust

cities now barren wastelands

the earth is just a mud wash

blood whispers my vessle

river tears wanting eyes

skelton buildings

time frozen freshly

memories of voices heard on lonely nights

desolation Row

shatter pieces of dreams

wolves howling at the crescent moon

All in the keepers time

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