Used Dreams - Decree

Used Dreams

A holocaust will come

That you couldn t

Have dreamed of

Having no dreams

What might this storm want

If the point

Is just the burned rags

Of dead clouds

Footsteps in a fog of blood

A roll of drums as warriors march

A shadow falls round gorges deep

Broken cries of the half sleeping

No wind no stars no night

The wrath of the people is dark

Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm

With ravaged brows, with silver arms

The battle s crimson wave a forest of stars

No wind no stars no night