Apocalypse

The rivers run dry, the rivers run dry, the rivers run dry tonight.
There’s a drought in the soul, a drought in the heart, a drought in the will to fight.
The water is turned to poison. The poison will crush your soul.
The water is turned to poison that burns up your whole
The castle collapsed to the dungeon; the dungeon is where we live
Dark and hungry and soulless with nothing left to give

Reviews

[Costa Siwale]

Wow, this reads like a spell!
I checked outside my window just to make sure I hadn't cast an apocalypse spell.
I love the flow of it. Well penned