Twixt the Tigris and Euphrates
Lie the banks of river Lethe
There, we'll dance the Totentanz
Try to fly the reaper's scythe
The blade that severs tall and small
Ends the war of all and all.
For long I breathed inside this haze
I don't know why i struggle
I'm stunned by this mighty maze
But where's the garden?
Heaven knows.
The heat and dust should seem enough
Cherished Babylon erase me.
To restore the tower ez
Disorder builds its legacy
Each soul a verse trapped in the sand
While faux holy men assert
Death shall die
YOU ARE READING
Disintegration of the Muse
PoetryTrying to show my more serious side I suppose. I've written many poems over the years, thought it would be fun to share.
