Novel Dawn - Sarke

Forming the shadows into lions

To wake up a sleeping.

machine

Jaws of death arl eating Their way

Into the soul of silence

Falling stars in the universe

Cutting through heavy skies

Eyes wathing a yellow half moon

AS they swallow the silvfr blades

The burning flame of triumph

Is dying deep within the well

A limp scavenger is feeding

In the ashes of what is left

Vast land of forgtten memories

Desert black nothingness

A colourless rainbow marks the loss

The loss to a novel dawn