Beautiful On FireA Poem by OneAmongstManyBeautiful On Fire
There, where all of earth’s beauty is withered and gasping And smoke and fear cloud the minds, inside and out. Where is there to turn? You hear a noise And spin around in a flash But there is nothing there.
‘The skyline was beautiful on fire’
There, in the crumbling daze of faded memories And the ear-piercing claps of lashing rain and thunder,. Where is there to turn? You hear a voice And call out in a loud cry But it echoes into the void.
‘The skyline was beautiful on fire’
There, where the shrieking cries of grieving lovers Reverberate throughout the scorched terrain. Where is there to turn? You smell a faint scent of dandelions And breathe deeper still But the rotting corpses overwhelm the senses.
‘The skyline was beautiful on fire’
There, where the darkness pervades and festers And torn pages are scattered among the freezing flames. Where is there to turn? Your eyes are suddenly drawn To a distant star on the horizon Shining faintly and sadly through the darkening clouds.
‘These are truly the last days’ © 2017 OneAmongstManyAuthor's Note
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