Thursday photo prompt: Glimmer #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s, of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto

Last Glimmer.

Hope

The one

Last Glimmer

Burned through the dawn

We’d all given up hope

Of reaching the safety

Of civilization

All of our hopes dashed and broken

Fuel on empty the engines cut out

We went down in sight of the city lights.

The aliens had bought the virus here

Unknowingly, they meant us no harm

They taught us how to save our world

To treat Nature with respect

Then came the plague

The cure found too late

For the one last

Glimmer of

Human

Hope.

Scary October 18

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem born of confusion.

Sitting on tomorrow’s shore
Wandering just what I am here for.
My brother crows remind me of the tales of old.
When good deeds were done
And rewards were paid in gold.
Every maiden had her day
Each young Knight his courtship would his damsel pay.

Tell me brother crow most dear
Why are those days no longer here.
Where are all the happy endings gone.
Do they only exist in song.
I feel so lost in this cruel world of men.
Where dreams have been banished never to be seen again