Dawn Hopeless:

Tears for The Devout, they cease to run,
The blood pumps sickened and dry,
Cheap tokens, the truth has become,
It is the wrath of this self-genocide,
And the ashes, they fail to fall,
Final embers of hope die before me,
Last remnants of passion, 'neath our feet, they crawl,
On our own, we are now left to bleed,
The sullied persuasions,
Their souls so blind,
Left to tilt the tender scales,
Wishing to cut the strings of Their earthly binds,
Drowned in fable, 
They shall try and fail,
Metallic flecks in forgotten night skies,
Set, once, Silver Wings of Boundless Conviction,
What once burned so bright,
Oh, how soon we lose sight,
It is only withered faith in our hands.

-devyn grael