Pripyat

I was partially inspired by another poet on this site and by going-ons in my life to write this piece. Hope you all enjoy,

I left my heart in Pripyat,

but I could never venture back.

Ardania holds it closer now,

a place where Man cannot be found.

Forgotten realms

and heroes' helms,

a scattered, broken home,

Burning fields

and shattered shields,

a path that lets you roam.

Old but true, the tarmac spreads,

and greets the rivers' running beds

my Narnia wastes away tonight

but explosions in the sky make light.