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Fall of the Rainbow Bridge

All is burning, cinders and ash flakes float in black rain, falling on a ground of clinkers and flinders. The hand of ruin traces sigils of chaos and strife on broken city walls, within which rats awaken They are the true rulers of destruction, living cloaked with shadows, in any crevice or crack, hunting bones and burnt flesh. Their rivals, jet-black birds, massing on heights above in their murders and raucous unkindness'. After Ragnarök, the still silence is broken by the raspy flutter of a million wings, echoed chittering of uncountable hordes. What life is left does not weep.

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Date: 5/29/2025 12:19:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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