The End

February 8, 2018
By The_Rain-cloud_Poet GOLD, Olympia, Washington
The_Rain-cloud_Poet GOLD, Olympia, Washington
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Lightning flashes;
A dragon roars
And the tree lies dead like the knight
There is no light
And no rest for the weary
All that is left is the dark and the dreary

 

Cobwebs form on the rotten shelves
Books unused begin to decay
Stories start to fade away
But there is no hope
And no rest for the weary
All that is left is the dark and dreary

 

The sun glows red
A dark, dead red
The end is near
And the travelers' tale freezes in fear
But there is no rest for the weary
And all that is left
is the and the dark and dreary


The author's comments:

I wrote this inspired by a storm that was howling outside. I was alone, and with the wind and rain, it felt like the end of the world...


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