Ashes

Omnimax47

 

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.

  • Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2019 08:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • psychofemale

    i loooooooved the last stanza 🙂



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