For the long sweet silence,
The misty hazy cold days...
And the icy solemn waves
Of endless soreness,
Now is time for it's making...
A peril to fate, time and hope:
Something close to bad a intension.

An ear-shutting shriek reigns,
Whenever days of wonder fall...
Beneath this lifeless madness,
The black sun will shine forevermore,
Like a shrine of the gods, it will burn.

Note: Something I wrote in a jiffy.