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