paled skin
so
paper thin
luminous eyes
reflect
the dark skies
hope
has left us
in its place
we
are
watching
waiting
for our demise.
deep silence
sleep's
sweet kiss
no home
on
our own
we are
watching
waiting
for
Middle Earth
to be overthrown.
Living
becomes
a sin
the Dark Lord
will
always win.
We are
watching
waiting
for death's welcoming arms.