Black Cottons

Eye sore to eye sore,
Following shadows astray,
Color your fading light source,
In hues of Persian blue and gray.
Talk of past judgments,
of handsome creatures and men,
Once upon a history of alignments,
now shattered dust in counts of ten.
Weep of sorrows and sparrows,
Raven the black in simple truth,
speak the gospel hollows,
in washed dreams of strong youth.
We are the forgotten,
of times clicking absolute death,
goodbye mourners in dark cottons,
in flocks of birds,
hear the last breath.

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