Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Her Wooden Shroud


Her Wooden Shroud
by Lord R.e. Taylor

A goddess of a thousand years
Her face and body covered in a wooden shroud
Yet she can see what the world has become
But she cannot yell out a warning
She can only watch as her world slowly dies
Her tears flow down the grain of her tomb
A single tear for each of her innocents lost
She suffers in her total silence
An endless curse welcoming the Armageddon

© Poem – XI/IX/MMXXII
LRET


 

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