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Tyranny lies in wake of a dying star

shattered worlds with numbers endless

the tentacles of time

stretching beyond the horizon

into the misty twilight of the ancient past

through forests of space time and nature spirits

vermilion glimpses in the darkness

of blood stained ground in the distance

shadows formed under mountainous terrain

dusk descending on the frozen valley

black visions in the moonlit night

riddled by the moaning sound of the past

ancient calls carried by the passing wind

landscape soaked in ancient blood

thousands of years pass like minutes

seen through the eyes of the forest