I walk and walk until my feet start to tire
The terrain stays the same but the trees leave me alone.
I walk and walk until my mouth goes dry
All the while wondering what monsters I will next encounter.
I walk and walk until I stumble on stone
And look down to see another sign,
“One hundred souls are buried here
Most from the wars of others”
I walk and walk into the graveyard
And see the headstones now
Matching the moonlight in color and tone
Yet no names are engraved in the stone.
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The Valley of Unrest
PoetryThis collection of poetry will depict a hidden land of darkness and twisted reality. It may or may not have a moral or a point. I will do my best to entertain you and post frequently. Each chapter will be another element that roams or creates thi...
