The Utmost Shadow
By Melkur
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People wait in fear, in awe,
Of the cloud of darkness coming
To swallow our sun whole,
Glutted as a heavy snake feeding
From the bone and sinew of a victim,
Thoroughly evil in its digestion.
Light over the land fades,
Losing its race against time.
Golden hours melting away
Before the roaring forgesmith,
Extinguishing the living sparks of day.
The moon holds its triumph over Tintagel,
Land of Arthur’s ancient seat.
The round table in the sky obscured
By more than Mordred’s deeds.
Not even Merlin in all his wisdom
Could undo this black magic.
A cracked sundial stands pointlessly,
Unable to tell the long shadow from the short.
Made redundant by the velvet shroud,
The passing of the morning glory.
The occupation of its Roman numerals
Questioned by the Boudicca of the dark.
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