zg_shadows | Appologies to W. Blake

London, London, burning bright!
Fearsome creatures roam the night.
What dark deed, what poisoned lie,
Set our world so dead awry?

Carrion birds do rule the skies,
Long bound forces now arise.
Under Anthelios' brightest gaze,
Face we now the end of days?

And what purpose led us here?
Bold of heart, yet born of fear.
One foe made to loose her grasp,
Another breaking free at last.

Is it now the end we see,
Or are there ages still to be?
Can we yet escape our fate,
Or must we simply watch and wait?

No matter what the truth may be,
We do yet breathe, we are still free.
While life persists, we shall yet strive.
After all, we are, still alive.

London, London, burning bright!
Fearsome creatures roam the night.
What dark deed, what twisted lie,
Set our world so dead awry?