Corroded lands sighed to
haunting echoes that filled the air
with beeds of coal
Fertility ceased to exist,
as it halted the hour glass of time.
Forcefully forcing the
resultant grains to hit the Sahara
in winding motions
Handing over my weapons. I knocked on heaven's door.
Said,
"I've lost this battle, discolored life around me.
Will you please take me in?"
It replied saying,
"Ebony is the color of nature that surrounds you
and the cold dungeon you like to call,
your heart..
Sorry sweety,
but we're full today!".





Thank you for sharing your muse's creative poem with all of us, I'm wishing you the best of luck in the contest!!!
Peace always, xx Cyn 







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