Stand and speak in tongues of fire
stories of the last flame in this desert world
laid to ruin when the many waters receded
and its fertile valleys filled with dust and sand
Now dimly glows the flame as darkness comes
and the winds blow bitter cold to snuff it out
Melted wax pools reflect the dying light
and the scryers crawl forth to gaze beyond
into prophecy of a broken sky and raining blood
New life from clouds that hang as the corpses
of many worlds fallen into one
collected now among the wandering dunes of this desert
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Ever had your fortune read? What did they tell you?
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Photo by Fernando @cferdo on Unsplash
author at: https://thelightison.blog/
