The Fallen

Shadows crawling around
Finding their chains of ash
Anchored to the ground.
Their desire will lash
Upon that which has hold
Of their peace.
Their souls so cold
That mortality will cease

The face of the moon
Causes the tides to shift
Help the shadows soon.
Before the cruel rift
Where the shadows run
And become beast.
To kill in the sun
And sadly feast

Upon its demise
Seeing a smile
It will rise.
Changing a while
Into a shadow
To see its chain.
Fade so slow
And disperse into rain