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The blood of an evening star
painted the skies as they fell,
draped across this silent room,
heralding perhaps no greater a future
than has passed before thine eyes.
It might been as Artemis slew Orion
to the firmament, forever confined
as that final battle relived
to be fought ten-thousand times
as if to measure fate in shades of crimson,
an omen to cold and dying.
So I sat, forsaken, and gazed;
For the heavens were spilling sanguine.
Every star sought such fate,
implacable, adamantine.
The Empyrean marched to War
painted the skies as they fell,
draped across this silent room,
heralding perhaps no greater a future
than has passed before thine eyes.
It might been as Artemis slew Orion
to the firmament, forever confined
as that final battle relived
to be fought ten-thousand times
as if to measure fate in shades of crimson,
an omen to cold and dying.
So I sat, forsaken, and gazed;
For the heavens were spilling sanguine.
Every star sought such fate,
implacable, adamantine.
The Empyrean marched to War
It's an allegory for something! weeeeeeee!
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This is very well written and attention grabbing. I had to read it twice but then again I'm tired right now. Well done. I enjoyed it greatly.