She watched the clouds
At her feet
Burning
As they rained down
Their dust,
The ashes were yearning
For relief
But all they found
Was rust
To rest on
A final home
No revival
Or rebirth
Just more destruction
Pouring down
On the earth.
She watched the earth fighting
As it tried to push through
But her embers
Burned it out
And left it's mark
A dark hue.
The oceans
They dried up
And she painted cinders
In the air
Leaving her portrait of chaos
Suspended everywhere.
The wind it burned
But she breathed it in sweet.
She watched sandcastles crumble beneath her feet
And glass cities crack
As paper towns burned in defeat,
Steel giants were brought down to their knees
In the midst of the cataclysmic breeze.
She orchestrated it all
Her symphony if ferment
Chaos and destruction
Her restoration complete
As nature she bent
Her most glorious feat.
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Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
