The Catacombs

The Catacombs

There are beasts in the marrow
Awaiting, black banners
Their signal
To ravage and burn

Until life perseveres
In its day breaking toll
As the ever-gilded guard
So watchful and immense

There are beasts in the marrow
Yearning
For the spoils of dawn

Engulfed in their plots
Preserved
In the catacombs of night

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