The Wastelands
The sun reached down
Almost as if to the ground
Bleaching the skulls and the bones
Wind rustled, rustled the ash
Gently kissing the faces of the dead
Parting with a sorrow it should be said
Nevermore would the faces rise
It was the end of earth
What touched the sky
Dauntless I set ‘cross the land
A grim determination set
Fractious in its demands
A final disposition partook me of my trust
As the bleached white skull
Transcended into dust
With malicious eye I watched it
Weary of such tricks fickle to my mind
Yet remaining vigilant for such a fix
Even as the sun fell
I watched it with vigil till the end
Even then I knew I had entered The Wastelands
The rain fell from the clouds
Vapid as it flew against the sky
Wondering what art disposed it to take me by
And as the sun did rise
Bleating dauntless in the sky
I set ever onward
Doubtless ever onward
Dauntless ever onward
Staring vexed with oblivious eye
As a traveler I lay waste
Mournful for the wretched soul
Which had withered fair
Though I doubted
At that forsaken stare
As I stood and watched it there
That bonded soul
Did the sun reach down upon
Bleached forever on the down
Did forever it sit upon lost ground
And as I passed
I could swear for stare
Swear I saw it watch me there
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