Aftermath

[Dark Muse]

Aftermath

Broken trees
stand sentinel
over the graven land
where the ash snows
down upon the subtle
gray

Somewhere a bird caws
in no pretty voice
where even the lost souls
slip away and shadows
slide into the arid
cracked land

The sky cast always
in a shallow black
where no sun grasps out
or moon pulse as a
Jude beacon

Not even the welcome
pitch in which the stars
glimmer offering only
illusioned wishes

Only this bland
voidness, where
nothing grows.

[hoope]

very well-written Dark Muse
i enjoyed readin it :-)

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[Justin Rockwell]

I like this, it seems really dark in a sense, great work, you never disspoint.

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[Silven]

Great poem Dark Muse, I especially like:

Not even the welcome
pitch in which the stars
glimmer offering only
illusioned wishes

All your poetry seems to cast me into a deep world, where an instant means a thousand years.

Thanks again.

[eyemaker]

Nicely-written DM! keep it up;)