Inspired by the new book I'm reading
~L.~


Fallen

Towering, dark grey smoke billowing
into the black, star less sky,
Devouring, hungry, red flames
wave and jump high.

A tall, thin, shadowy mounted figure is
Silhouetted, sat still, upon the hill,
Watching intently the chaos unfold,
The fire forbodes a feeling of coming ill.

Alarm sirens, Men's shouts, women's cries
and children's wails fill the air,
Hanging like mist is a cloud of dispair

Crumbling chars of blackened wood
fall to the ground
The city has fallen,
destruction now rules the
once profitable town.

5/4/19




Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-05 at 07:14

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