A
king falls gored by darts of fire
The
skies rain soot; a foul gas coils.
It
rots pure buds; grey lips ooze tar
and
split rare trees that waltz in joy.
Man
howls for life but sinks to mist
Gales
hurl the ash of once high lords.
O
woe gilt souls who drift here blind
The
red ghoul stalks to slime his prey.
Some strong images there in your words but it speaks of the world beautifully. i liked it a lot... keep walking!!!
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