...And the Ebony paints the Ivory

Time lays in wait for a desperate change

To overcome fear and silent glances.

You pray to be saved from Beholder’s blame,

Malevolence will strip you of fascists.

So the bodies will return to the soil

And the tears are sent home in jars of glass.

A waiting family who shares lost turmoil.

Trails of painful silence in valleys vast.

And the valley of Death is bleak with hope,

Souls that are lost with no bodies to mourn.

A child cringes, unable to cope.

She hits her knees, praying to be reborn.

And again the valley is blackened, cold,

Draped in sheets of white and waters of old. 

Author's Note

Criticism welcomed, as long as it's civil. Thank you :)

Reviews

[Steven Cash]

Wow, that ending is amazing!

Did you do this yourself?

[Chelsea Marie]

Yep lol

[Steven Cash]

That's great. You're good!

[Chelsea Marie]

Thank you! :)

[Steven Cash]

You are welcome. XD