Short Poem: Midnight Sun

The council of the midnight sun
returns a fearful verdict,
The shadows of the desert rise
and sing a deadly song.
Who hears the chords or heeds their word
will make their way through hell,
but of the one who stops his ears,
he'll never leave the pit.

There cannot be another time than now, and when the time is done and gone, what will you have become? The silence bleeds into your throne and takes away your crown.

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