Ancient Curse

The voice of the prophet was heard
across the desert, thunderous
The falconer called for his hawk
in vain, no answer received
Sea and blood overwhelm me
shrouding my every thought
Empty eyes, blurry, dead
Rise ancient curse, rise!
The world is now ready.

by Kostas Lagos

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