SJ (hundakleptisis) wrote in spellweavers,
SJ
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Just a poem

Cross posted to cerulean_snow, silverquills, spellweavers and fantasywriters



Blue
Ice cold,
Heartless,
The color of death invades,
Recedes,
Blossoms.
Then finally burns the depths
Of Sinor's shady realm.
Gone now the crystal trees
Who tinkling leaves gave
Tuneful homes
To many,
Now too few.
Now the lost,
Alone.
No home.

And so
The wealth of beauty,
Peace and fame
Of the legendary lands
Lie besieged,
Plague ridden
and deserted
Amongst the ruins.
The corpses,
the agony
Of its loss.

The people mourn,
Those that could,
Or would.
Those whose spirits still trembled
In bodies wracked with torment
Pain,
Aches of the mind,
Aches of the bone.
Alone.
No home.

And the tears dried
Like ice,
Then fell
As crystal spheres
Cast upon the soil.
For the End had come,
The End.
The End
Of all.

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