Let It

The skies weep

For what could have been

And the heavens roar in rage

For that which will never be

All hope is gone from the face of this wretches earth

And only dread remains

And I

I am still here

The rivers of sorrow carry my charred remains

To the great bitter sea

Where I will rest

Perhaps.

A great storm has come and past

And the crows feast on the carrion

Of everything that could have been

But will never be.

The great fire will consume us all

Let it come

Let it come!