Specter's WasteA Poem by Ian BarnhillSpecter’s waste
Near the black mountains
where the radiation
still dwells,
lies the ruins
of Specter’s waste.
These were the ruins
from The Great Fires
from long ago.
If one dwells
in Specter’s Waste
that night.
They say
that the spirits
of the humans
that burned shall
haunt you,
and mass destruction
and death
shall fill
your dreams.
Beware of the dreaded
Specter’s waste,
where the ghosts
of the burnt dead
dwell. © 2022 Ian Barnhill |
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