Beyond these walls
a pristine silence
envelops the earthen field
yet within the caverns of dream
this purity bears no witness
to the ravaging of sleep's seams
Portent etchings carve the dark veil
Transportation. To a world unknown.
One that looks enticing from beyond
bear hellfire to those within
Ominous clouds enshroud above
pathways are in absentia
forcing the feet to maneuver through
Carnage is painted by some marauding pen
Scrawling image to the scry
Infusing agony within the eyes
Skeletal remains litter the field
I dare not search the wreckage
You know they are inside
burning still
yet, what could you do
really, herein this dark reflection,
what good could come
Overstepping burnt passage
Inhaling the toxicity it seeps
realizing
the scenic reminder
will never be
the same
One day perhaps my evening visions will be pastel rabbits and clover greens, but until such a day assumes the dream, the nightmares bleed their darkened screams.
Stop by the NWCU where for this weeks Wednesday Wake Up Call, Natasha gives us a really great prompt, night time, however we may find. So stop on over, take in the prompt and check out those who've already linked up, which, by the way, all very good. Take it all in and if inspired, which I'm pretty sure you will be, compose your inspiration as you may, link it up for other's to enjoy. And while you're there, take a gander at all the excellent articles and offerings within the NWCU.
