thin as skeletons
surveyed a broad expanse of hope
their numbers depleted wasted by time and the gunshot wounds of savages
their next choice was more freighted with consequence than gravity itself
blue and grey demons like sylphs and sinners governed the horizon
whereas the middle ground was full of heretics of every blasphemy spurning all creeds of divinity
they struck out across a chaos of paths leading to neither heaven nor hell
just some antimony of glittering hope fragile as a child dreams
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