Details |
Jcs Melancolia Poem
The Mountains to high
The Rivers to clear
The forest o’plenty
Truly a sight to see
Yet no mortal eyes
Copyright © JCS Melancolia | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Jcs Melancolia Poem
The World we know is ending.
There is nothing we can do.
There was once but not anymore.
The problem is unforgiving.
A poem on the world by JCS/Melancolia
Copyright © JCS Melancolia | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Jcs Melancolia Poem
The world is so pretty.
A plague is gone.
Copyright © JCS Melancolia | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Jcs Melancolia Poem
The problem seeks to end us.
To show its fangs.
To show its wrath.
In the end no blood was spilled.
No rips.
Nor tears.
Only a quite sombre.
As the Problem consumes us all.
Copyright © JCS Melancolia | Year Posted 2024
|