Glass Monsters

Glass Monsters

A Poem by TheNightShift

Monsters rise from the ground,
wrought from iron, glass, and concrete.
An old world under shadows drowned,
their conquest nearly complete.


Grotesque forms rise to the skies,
Heavens territory is ceded.
The old from consumption dies,
its ancient spirit depleted.


Soulless blocks of glass now stand,
where once stood old forms proud.
Gone are the days of beauty grande,
replaced with a more modern brand.

© 2016 TheNightShift


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Added on June 16, 2016
Last Updated on June 16, 2016
Tags: Poetry, Modernity

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TheNightShift
TheNightShift

Reykjavík, Iceland



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I'm an aspiring author from Iceland. I have an interest in history, science fiction, video games and more. more..

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