The sky lays heavy,

Threatening,

Insolent,

Belligerent,

Full of hate.

The reaper

Follows

Close behind,

Stalking,

Walking silently.

Hoping to find

The weak,

The purposeless,

Those

It may consume.

As the sky falls,

Stand straight

And tall,

Call out loud

I need no shroud!!

Look to the light,

Deny the night,

Let love prevail

And never fail,

To hold the falling sky.

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Owain Glyn