Most of Austin’s memory had/had/had just started to depart.
Natasha has been beginning to fade,
Austin wanted them back -- A love now lost.
Austin dared of resurrection.
The thing is;
Growing hope can’t be impartial.
The revival shattered,
The art from the protest lies tragically sorrow in the dark.
Austin getting silent.
Weeping scattering ashes.
Hurting overnight.
And the witchcraft witnessed.
Love wasn’t enough.
The Four Horsemen traveling en route to Austin’s house.
The Black Angels appeared and cut, crushed, scarred, divided, wired and carried Austin into The Forge of Blackstar.
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