The Anvil and The Forge

A Poem     Blue waves crash On a distant shore. Earth meets sky On a thin blue line. Wind blowing out Over a far away land. Sand swirling In strange light. Harrowing Death upon Ancient stores. Awakening before the  Dark light begins to dine. Celestial direction Leading to the band. Orchestrated melodies of old Stirring with their might. Beams of night darken With words of lore. Lost in depths of memories that once were fine. Weakness washes over Heartless to stand. Silence takes over Gleaming softly in the fright.