A sad sun smiles upon the weary day
Our time is short, demise approaches
The lullaby of gods is woven.
The sun's tears wash away flakes of death
The skeletons of a bird screams
Rain cannot wash what's ten feet down.
The sun is dead, the moon arise
Her hateful glare burns all that's left
A wasteland's song, everlasting end.
-
Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2017 06:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry I haven't been posting lately have had phone issues. Hope you enjoy!
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 49
Offline)
Comments3
YES INDEED AZURA ~ APOCALYPSE NOW ! I love all the ANGST and PATHOS you have poured into this poem it has real air of finality about it. EVERLASTING END inded ~ Thanks for sharing & scaring ~ I need a Hug now ! YOURS BRIAN
Thank you!
Really enjoyed reading this!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading.
Stark and amazing images! Great write.
Glad you liked it, thanks for reading!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.