Epicon

My horizon is lit on fire And black I paint the white The earth lies bleak and scarred The trees withered and bare And colors are memories Sung in a grayish veil Choking on a drop of rain No water left for tears On silent days I hear you whisper In the wind and in the storm Hold on to what is sacred to you Hold it close and don't let go Tell me now... The clouds that we breathe So heavy and stale Deserted the realm In dreams I can feel

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 26, 2026