Omnimax47

Ashes

 

A piece of life,

once so pure.

This natural change,

that forces extinction.

 

Falling from above,

upon a world so black and charred.

This lifeless symbol,

of the destruction transpiring.

 

Moving along the burning mountains,

the world begins to fall.

This spec of ash so small,

Tells a story of death.

Comments2

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Excellent! Alfred
    love it....
    🙂✌

  • psychofemale

    i loooooooved the last stanza :)



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