The rivers run dry, the rivers run dry, the rivers run dry tonight.
There’s a drought in the soul, a drought in the heart, a drought in the will to fight.
The water is turned to poison. The poison will crush your soul.
The water is turned to poison that burns up your whole
The castle collapsed to the dungeon; the dungeon is where we live
Dark and hungry and soulless with nothing left to give
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Author:
rubyredheart (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2025 00:03
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A dark poem with a haunting feel.
Quite a dark write, a sense of a broken heart, nicely expressed
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