Sanctuary Curse
Shifting shadows
of the night.
I watch the raven as it swallows
the decaying meat that is in first sight.
Hidden beneath the moon
the Hollow winds swoon
As I shift from shadow
to shadow.
Concealed in darkness
until first sun rise.
With each beam
comes a stream
of destruction all around.
As my sanctuary
falls apart.
I will depart.
The raven
flys above.
Keeping an eye to the past.
As I look to the future.