This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s, of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto
Burned through the dawn
We’d all given up hope
Of reaching the safety
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
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