March 24, 2011
A lone crow poised in front of a ghostly white moon,
mourning the solitary body lying limp and lifeless on a hardwood floor,
drowned in a thick crimson pool of blood.

A fiery sunrise,
bathing the world in its hues,
coloring the dim dawn.

A serene lake surrounded by tall pines,
set against a background of beautiful blue mountains,
serenity at its purest and finest.

A world cloaked in fear of what the future will bring,
destroyed by the greed of the past,
all beauty is lost.

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