The earth is cracked, its skin of ash and bone,
Twisted weeds clutch at the rubble's edge,
Blackened, brittle, a slow crawl through the ruin.
Hollow shells of buildings lean like dying beasts,
Their mouths agape, swallowing silence,
Where once the hum of life had been.
The wind is thick, heavy with decay,
It whispers through the broken windows,
Sifting through the dust like a forgotten prayer.
Nothing moves, nothing stirs-
Only the sound of crumbling stone
And the groan of time undoing all.
Yet from the cracks, a sound emerges,
Thin at first, then swelling like a breath,
A note too tender for this world.
It curls through the air, weeping strings
That mourn the hollow land they sing across,
A melody unfurling in the stillness.
The notes rise, filling the hollow sky,
Each chord a thread of gold through the ash.
A piano whispers like a secret untold,
Each touch a ghost's caress upon the keys.
It moves through the wreckage like light through smoke,
Echoing where no voices dare.
This song, this sorrowed hymn of dust,
Casts its beauty on the broken earth,
A requiem, spinning unseen,
Soft as breath in a world long dead.
It sings, as if the music alone remembers
The way the world once was.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
