This is for the Full Moon contest. I'm not good at poetry, but I do have a lot of real messed up dreams. This is something I wrote awhile back. I don't really remember anymore what the dream was, but there was a dream I was thinking of when this popped out my head. Thought I'd share it.
With wings of Flame we fly
Over this land of Death nd Silence
Through the dying trees that once stood proud
Scavenging the remains of what was
Making way for the Beast that lurks
Creeping his way through the Shadows
Crying out in pain for all that has happened
The place that was once his home
Now lay rotting in the scorching Sun
About the Creator
CrowsFyre
Ima stay at home mom Ive been majorly reading since i was 8 i get lost in everything i read nd write its always been a dream of mine to be able to write for people to read nd now i can <3
The Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors’ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Fiction
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