Lucy
befallen from transcendence from lake scorched dry no rain
silver due shines with a glisten over a land stricken by her flame
a falling sky so black so empty, reflection timeless from afar
as an abyss of crimson plenty, scattered thought will once remain
oh meander my final lifeline before the cruel cold snap of fate
and i join the souls left empty, behind the shadow of the lake.
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
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