The fire burned brightly;
In the center of
Everything.
The King rode about
His land. Lines etched:
Anger.
Spoiled cream, rotten apples
Distracted by the
Silver lining.
They didn't cry, didn't
Scream, they bit their nails
Defeated.
Among the men a signal mutters:
"By the end of the decade,
You will follow me!"
And his cries cut short.
A scorched man
Burned.
Until only
Ash
Is
Left.
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Running Away
PoetryThey were sick, suffocating. Getting out was the only option. They drove away from everything. They didn't know that something was chasing them. They didn't know who wanted them or why, but they were scared. It chased them, and they ran. Their freed...
