The Last Aftermath

The echoes fade, and all the world is still.
The blood of dragons smoulders in the dust.
Like a stray star, a single angel’s quill
floats slowly down, gliding from gust to gust.

A thunderous sunset finally hides its glow
behind a cracked horizon. All is black.
A dry leaf rustles. Quiet chitters grow
And furtively, the noise of night comes back.

A faint flame flares. A lantern springs to life.
Dew glistens on cold hands and empty eyes.
Light plays on shields and faces raw with strife;
What names and goals they had, this field denies.

The light is snuffed. The quiet footsteps fade.
From this destruction, nothing shall be made.

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One thought on “The Last Aftermath

  1. palarang says:

    Breath taking! I re read the first stanza three times before continuing on for so sweet a taste that phrase contained.

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