Flatlands

Quemis

Slowly with a stumble
with stained and bloody brow
I drag this final ember
Inside an ashen bough

and though the waste is endless
and though I've long been blind
I'll sing the praise of fire
'till naught is left to find.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2020 18:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Clara

    This has the basis of an epic story! Wow. Unpack this please. I'm very intrigued.

    • Quemis

      Unpack as in write more, or give context??

      • Clara

        Write more... I feel like there's more to this story. The visual your poem creates is brilliant!

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