The dark sides coming.
No sign of the sun but the light has one running.
Hands up as the screams heard as bodies dropping.
Years on knees teaching one to stand.
Sands of time play the day.
Rays banned as humanity remains lowkey.
Stress overflowing, the heart fleeting.
Dreaming of blood flowing, pumping green potions.
Call the green hornets.
Watch them sting.
Watch the shadows keep growing.
Unnatural beings made alive incomplete.
Morrow’s dreams stretched to meet reach.
Having eyes remain open.
Looking to the end and remaining uncertain.
Reaching life’s embrace of death.