A burning cloud
falls to the waiting
ground, smoke and ash
flowing like a tattered
cape through the sky
behind this giant.
It crashes
into the town
below, a wave
of heat
bellows outward,
lead by a pale horse.
As it passes, fire
and brimstone
envelop me,
stopping every breath
deep in my lungs,
no relief
lent for any price.
This is my hell,
a new paradise
in the Land
of the Morning Calm.
Author notes
I dunno, just came to me while listening to Jack's Mannequin - Bloodshot
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I'm seeing Korea (North) and nuclear bombs, but actually it is a mystery to me. But it certainly got my attention--very well written.
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Interesting and intriguing piece of poetry... it made me think of a cross between Roswell, N.M. and the Book of Revealation... deftly done write...
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wow
The fire can consume anything, and things can burn down fast to. Very nice flow of words. Gets the readers attention. Very much a pleasure to read.
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this is verry sureal, i enjoyed it a lot take care
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Thanks!
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