Pray. Cry tears for those who’ve fallen
Lost souls among us
Tortured fire flamed within
No oxygen just fear
Trembling fingers
Hope. No one hears
Brisk winds set us ablaze
Dust, ash, grey, isolation
Abandoned till death is upon us
Say. Where have the blessed ones gone
Why are we left alone
Can no one hear our cries
Feel our anguish
See us perish
Have we no need for mercy
Rain sprinkling down from the heavens
Have we no need for mercy
Candles flicker in the night
Have we no need for mercy
Sing a prayer, loves leave us blossom
Have we no need for mercy
A kiss, a touch, never forgotten
Dwindling suffrage
Hopelessness and steel
Midnight sorrows
Screams no one can hear
A breathless shudder
Crushed bones embedded
A loft whistle
Take cover...
Silence emerges once again
So pray. Cry tears for those who’ve fallen
Empty graves
Loves leave us blossomed
About the Creator
blazina love
I always needed a space to share and write. I'm not very good at keeping journals and I feel as if I've lost touch with my creative side. Thank you for supporting me and reading my works. Art is complex. This is my art and I hope you enjoy.
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Whispering Woods Challenge Winners
Congratulations to Morgan Christy Rickards for their winning Whispering Woods story, Guardian at the Gate. Morgan has been a Vocal creator since February 2021, and this is their first time placing in Challenge — well done, starting with a win! Guardian at the Gate draws evocatively from Welsh tales of the Cantre'r Gwaelod, a lost sunken kingdom between the forest and the sea. Heledd’s dangerous adventure pulls her towards the water but her spirit is anchored in the woods: Morgan’s writing is atmospheric and exciting.
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