There is no light. Dark spaces and demolished galaxies.
The third war slew my people.
A few survived inside a rabbit hole.
Men-Of-War are exploring the galaxies, harvesting unrecalled souls.
A new sinister has shown, rocketing towards the sun.
A light harvester was preaching about the darkness.
A skilled hunter was trying to catch up.
All is happening inside a wooden frame on the wall of my room.
Yeah, I maintain a universe on my wall and all its fainted recollections.
All the colors, all the concerns, and the intense clashes occurred inside a frame dangling from my wall.
There is no light.
Dark spaces and demolished galaxies.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoésieMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
