Dawn Will Never Come

On the island of Potere,

I witnessed the great fire-mountain of Triumphus

destroy cities strong

with searing liquid

that could burn houses to the ground.

On the island of Intores,

I listened to the pounding

of ritual drums

as a sacrifice was made.

On the island of Felis Catus,

I stroked the mane of a flame-stalker

in its cave, overflowing with

skeletal trophies of battles won.

On the island of Sylva ,

I consumed the flourishing fruit

that hung heavy on the arms

of a sturdy colōrem tree.

On the island of Fortitudo,

I smelt a blood-stained carcass

And a freshly killed meal

for a pack of ravenous smile-hunters

In the Dark Isles,

I heard the jagged screech of the avian-cackler

and its mocking cry,

making it ever so clear

that dawn will never come…

Dawn Will Never Come