Arcane Factories I
Arcane Factories
Along the windswept wasteland
broken bones of humanity unimaginable
a Tyranny in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry churn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
huge towers of jaded glass,
soaring to the zenith
breaking fire of crimson waves
pouring down
to hells foundations.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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