divinity tends to its garden: tenderly scattering stardust and watching with keen intent as bones bloom from dark matter
cruel streets wait patiently as the light comes crawling back one ray at a time
across battlefields swollen with bodies and rubble scavengers harvest and remake the world in their vision: brutal
rainfall: in step and wake where she manifests the ground be hallowed
time eats into the day a consistent and fixated beast chewing away at the fringes of reality
floodgates raised: not light but the darkness raw fills empty spaces
true morning: bodies of still and natural life bathed in a gentle glow of golden
within reach to horizon each tree contributes a tune to the collective birdsong
gone are the cosmic sounds and reverberations of worlds beyond from the night after
each word in the spell: is a haunting that lingers in the space spoken gathering essence to power an apparatus of annihilation
