Bliss

i was really bored in Spanish class lol

the black wind descends upon the horizon; casting a shadow upon the already deserted land of the wasted. everything in its own desolate place, slowly decaying into black ashes, which will change into nothing.
the air whistles with the sound of past eras filled with life and beauty but only for a short while of bliss. of bliss that teased and toyed with the minds of the now deceased. of bliss that promised peace for long and prosperous years. years that died as the cold millenia passed.
the weak buildings crumbled and cracked with age, used to be strong and sturdy and hold multiples of living, breathing beings. beings who sought knowledge that was beyond their understanding.
beings who died searching for understandings they couldn't control.
a bliss they couldn't contain.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mary E. Green]

Wow! This is a very beautiful piece. Very descriptive. I love this! Great job!

[PadfootBlack]

Incredible. You have vivid descriptive language, and are able to describe everything in a beautiful (yet haunting) way. You have great rhythm in your piece, and it flows smoothly. GREAT write! :-)