Daily Archives: September 3, 2011

Cataclysm

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Shards of broken Earth crashing to the ground,
a sky, so ever-falling to children
taken captive by clouds and promptly drowned;
In audacious wisps once long forbidden.
Scorched earth in tatters, in passages bare
trees torn by roots, thrown over in the storm.
Sought matters forgotten, to disrepair.
Manner corrupted by poisonous swarm.
Lost thoughts beyond to a world of lost dreams,
splashed with cold, black fire burning blue and red.
Sought after with eyes enviously green
among hopes that still raised from graves once dead.
Playful puppetmaster always bending;
To a child, the world is always ending.