Drengr of the earth
Misted with the lost dust.
In hibernation for years
They shall soon rise from the crust.
To devour the sins so spilled
Up to the brim,
The rivers full with endless kills
Black clouds of magic spins.
For the wait shall be over at-last
The era of darkness and ignorance shall dart.
With fiery fire from heaven and hell
Canvas of earth shall be painted Golden again.
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Entry for The Poetry Gauntlet hosted by WP_Poetry.
The theme of week 1 is Fantasy Prophecy. I dabbled with eschatology (end of the world) here.
Hope you like it. Share your thoughts. :)
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PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
