"amaranthic" poems
Once upon a time,
there was a sun that shined.
A light so long ago,
that sunk so far below.
It touched the skies and seas,
and glittered through the trees.
A gleaming to the wind
that gilded all within.
As the dawn would shine,
it cast reprieve on time,
and amaranthic ray
would warm the welcomed day.
'til darkness tread afoot,
and bathed the world in soot.
A blackened, marred despair
had snuffed out all 'twas there.
So fickle was the flame
that danced amidst the rain,
yet, time and time again,
its embers spread too thin.
And all that once was bright
now suffered endless night.
Their cries, a stifled wail,
and naught could pierce the veil.
This is all that's left;
a shell, akin to death.
An absent, lifeless scene
that once beget a dream.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC