The sun burned with a ferocity to melt the night back to nothingness, birds in the sky cooked in mid-flight. Every puddle and every window flashed molten madness, people passing by incinerated, black shoe prints their legacy. I didn’t. Then again, I wouldn’t. The devil looks after his own.
It was her pout, Her blatant disregard, The cool undeniable truth, She was better than the rest. There was nothing, Not one thing, No rumour, hope or scientific fact, No emblazoned message Written in the stars Nor tattooed sentence on Earth’s epidermis That could convince her otherwise: She was iconic. Superior, would’ve been an understatement, […]
A brief trail of burning light, the shooting star crossed the horizon in moments. But what moments. A triumphant demise. I’d watched something die for the first time. It didn’t seem so bad. I hoped to depart in the very same way. Burn bright and leave an impression.
Dark the tree Towering in pitch Resplendent in night As the world burns As the world yearns For the darkness He has secured Not even a reflection In his ebony hide Not even a memory of light He resides as a template Of what once was (Image courtesy MichelleMarie)
The day seeks to burn its memory into our souls Setting fire to the oncoming dusk Scorching a trench of light between it and the gloaming It is a reminder to the darkness that it is powerless Incapable of resisting all that it means to GLOW And that despite those few hours of night A new day burns just over the […]
Backdrop: Red and Gold The world beyond the window Burns before my eyes