Remnants of disaster,
A land far away.
Long released relations,
All here to stay.
Close both eyes,
For an unforgotten melody.
Appease to the skies,
The rhythm of the lost.
Nothing but reliable rust,
Left to settle a broken code.
But to foe's final breath,
Does crumble a sacred ode.
A scrape to the Wood of Time,
A leaf dropped from the Tree of Life.
Roots deeply planted in line,
Orderly traits on fire.
Hearts melted to steel frames,
Limbs dissolved to dust.
A somewhat recognizable face,
Belonging to the one I did trust.
I was wrong, I was wrong,
I was wrong, I was wrong.
Leader to destruction,
Followers do as they know.
Blindly racing after their creation,
Kingdom dedicated to the fallen.
Heartfelt reasoning dead,
Knowledge down in flames.
Do everything just as I said,
And I will reward the swollen.
A sharp ring of life,
Belonging to a dismembered thumb.
A powerful memory holden,
Prelude to a world now done.
It's all over,
It's all lost.
Nothing left to save,
Not at any cost.
A predictable ending,
To a cursed land.
Disaster constantly pending,
Held in the hand of the beholder.
It couldn't have been my fault,
Not in the way it all ended.
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Reminiscent: A Collection
Short StoryHi, I'm a writer that tends to work on bigger writing projects, but occasionally I get little things out. This is a place for me to share those little tidbits of writing and I also tend to share the scripts for my speeches too. I hope you enjoy thes...
