In this red clay world of withered trees, Olive grass, and bracken waters, dodos weep. My mind dismembered from my soul, Left lifeless, empty, alone. Deserted to this Oasis of memories, How cleanly and categorized are my hate, my sorrow. In this horrific hell, Towers topple to the Earth before me. Labotomized orcs war with wine in one, Hand sword in next. Crumble me crush me, Into the cobblestoned ground. In this loveless world, Ungodly moons push me forth. Under darkening skies I am a straggler, Emptihanded I crawl to the beat of my march.
Reason for writing:
It all tied in and sounded good- I like it so I submitted it to you guys
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