And until when will the grey sceptres loom!like the sullen shades of a vanquished Sungloats upon a sigh that’s sulkinginto some barren noon!And until when will the grey sceptres loom!like the breeze bears the yoke of some morose gloom,and quietly lays on eyelidstheir listless swoon.Pleading,Oh pleading onto heaven!Until when will these grey sceptres loom!There!perhaps IContinue reading “Revenant”