false tide from liminal fault by bale

heave and low
at darkened moon
a storm-cloud, in gold-grey
fell over them soon
is time
or forgiveness
the name of this place
their hearts were in throats at
the look on each others face

hell and night
are two divine
warring promises
asleep in tempered time
they chose
to believe the lie
caught in the honesty of
a cold ordered desire

these are ours
blackened towers

a false tide
a facade
a dark sign
a derelict art

a false tide
a facade
consumed by pride
back at the start

the skies burn with our disorder
the skies dark grief at our disorder
the skies burn with our disorder
the skies lose light at our disorder
the skies burn in our fear

we must be anarchy
inviolate suns
at rest
in the desolate ruins
of all and everyone

a false tide
futures descend
through colourless eyes
shards of a promise
that recedes then dies

a false tide
recedes then dies

• Metal
• alternative
• alternative metal
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• Louth