Husks

Through tainted mass
 A scourge unseen
 Brought three winters forth
 And set between

 After these hundreds of years
 The embers and fate will collide
 Her rotten heart has burst
 And shattered through dead wood

 When they drank from the earth, the end was near
 Tracing paths that once ran alone and pure
 Suffused within, the blighted decay
 Now snapped into dust, their splinters fall

 But a tithe to the wind, his frail grasps
 Clawed for the moon then came undone
 When all hope fails in the last broken bough
 Her strength will be gone

 Churning ash and husks in the bitter winds
 Crack the earth and burn the sky
 A wry procession of hubris
 Where nothing remains

 But everything changes...
 In destruction she will create

 Arising in glory, the searing gaze
 Crimson-handed specter of death
 Under the blood eye of furies
 Bury their feeble hearts