Shapes Of The Pursuers

From time immemorial light touches soil
as the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
divests shelter of the innocent.

Shivering I gaze
upon the flickering nightshades.
Silhouettes whisper the forthcoming decease.
Hence - you shapes of the pursuers!



Credits
Writer(s): Sascha Ehrich, Stefan Weimar, Ingo Maier, Wolfram Schellenberg
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