Shadow tilts
Day shrinks
Moon brightens
The day their voldemort arises.
Wind Shrivers
Hunger breathes
Mind walks
The day their Walter cooks.
Sun stares
Silence dictates
Hope dwells
The day their lannister survives.
Time speeds
Noise halts
Dark barks
The day they wing self.
Minor shines
Thrill stares
Blue reborns
The day they surrender to dive.
Was this penned in the dread of end-sems round the corner?
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Hahah! You got it 😉
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