Dark skies

The powder blue

Of the mornings young

Or the darker one

Of afternoons bright

Nor the oranges

Or pinks

Of the evenings quiet

It was black

Of the nights so cold

The nights so dark

The nights so empty

It wasn't a shield anymore

No, the sky had chosen

It had chosen the gods of hate

It had chosen to reveal

For the dark skies

Make us remember

The hate

Make us see

The corruption

Make us cry

Of pain, hurt

The dark skies,

They show,

They reveal