by Ed Robinson

Ladies weep as the river runs red.
The Squires mourn the silent dawn;
Knight comforts Queen. Daytime passes.
The Maggots feast upon the King.

The People feel the night falling;
Few can see the dawn for the Haze.
Noon brings hope of a new life,
But Darkness again strips it away.

Seasons change, and the Spring grows;
Autumn has passed and Winter gone.
Summer is born, and life renews;
The Maggots prepare for their next meal.

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