A Draft of my current ideas

Ashes cover the rain
With Corpses more dust
Do wordlessly sleep
Ashes cover the man
Played off by a distant drum

A look outside to dream
Introspective, awakening
A lighting strike, a drop of dew

Still
Whence we come
Fore the man goes

To the hilt of Foreign choking
Awoke, still in a dream
Nothing familiar
Just the chain of a name

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