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Our last hour (sonnet i.)

Ebony sky embrace
Welcoming the scarlet moon that climbs
Covering the luminance behind
People watch and see
O'er the eclipse that reflects thee
Crows singeth in lamentations
Owls open their eyes in oracle
Wolves are comming out
Howling over the great spirit
The doves are now veil and conceal
The old moon is signaling its appeal
It's now time to test the orts
Plea in orison, prithee for salvation
It's now the hour of destruction.
©gelatto