Before the altar was the source
Of everything capsized and lost
Hidden behind an altered form
Showing his back and nothing more
Near the entrance stood the hope
Not looking to express his thoughts
Not searching for the better words
Just studying the blackest fur
And in between, the stench of war
Was boiling up above the floor
The tension of a coming brawl
Was echoing amidst the walls
There was a silent dialogue
A moment for a dismal song
As gloomy as the river long
The time itself was put on hold
And then the sand began to fall
The silent hourglass was turned
And every grain of sand controlled
The echo of a closing source
And then the sand began to fall
The silent hourglass was turned
And every grain of sand controlled
The echo of a dying hope
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