Mystic Grey-Black Sky

A funnel of chaos falls from the sky
In the midst of the mothers howl,
Hounds in the hell passes and the mother will sigh,
Leaving the symbol through the fields and cities,
Splinters of our shattered lives,
Fly and pierce into our eyes,
Bleeding and broken we continue on,
Though we always shall wonder,
How many had to die when chaos fell from the sky