Friday, 8 February 2013

Day Seven: #WoPoWriMo - The Sky is Falling


When the sky began to fall,
it was not for want
of mighty Atlas trying
to hold it. It was simply too
much arduous weight,
on torn and world-weary
shoulders. Shrapnel
rained down
on the foot-sore soldiers of
a wild and never-ending war.  In the
face of defeat, they stood
and fought
their battles
that had no conclusion;
blindly followed the tattered flag
into confusion and a restless
sleep.  Chain-mail
and armour could only keep
sharp weapons
from piercing their hearts;
the holy cosmos had fallen
apart and planted star-seeds of doubt;
watching, they saw the danger
had eaten them all,
from the inside out.

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