Last Known Photo - The Death of Yesterday

The Death of Yesterday

Stirring clouds on the far horizon
A dark hale seeping through
Thunder flashing silently within

No rain from the bleeding skyline
The dust billows in the seething air
None prepared for the storm that's yet to come

From the hills you can see the spires
Arcs spanning across the sky
From the valley, no eyes will lift to see

At the sign of the final hour
The cataclysm revealed to all
Clamour builds, the masses seek reprieve

Written by:
Thomas Vanhatalo

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