"Brilliant Gray"

lobb152

And soon the dark came rushing in. Capturing hearts and leaving only sin. Within the wake, only few chose to remain. Restless souls with painted veils; hushed voices all the same. Weary eyes, upward to the skies; sombre clouds cast the end of days. The love of a memory, forgotten till now, could not be contained. To see the morning was a blessing, even in its shades of gray. Now they roam the plains, daring to dream with the horizon’s.