The Scribe of Dust - Aversio Humanitatis

Nothing but a glimmer

In the black

Concrete skies

Nothing but a dim light

Shining, flickering

In the distance

Millions as one

And as the stars

The shine is

But a reminiscence

And just like the stars

Long centuries

Long dead

Worn shells walking

The grind

Grinding

Empty steps of former will

Just the memories

Of an entity

Once alive

But now gone

Too late to become

And as the stars

The shine is

But a reminiscence

And just like the stars

Th fire is gone

The light is dying