The End of the World
From the ashes of the fallen
The new will arise,
Into a world of white.
As they begin to open their eyes
They are already blind.
Blinded by the colors
That the fallen left behind.
Red, brown, and black
Fill the world
That once was vivid and bright.
Destined to follow the paths already made,
The new fall behind.
Nothing but ashes
In a world of white.
Copyright © Brittany Atwater | Year Posted 2011
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