Desolation

by christine   Mar 8, 2006


The wind screaming in the loud silence
Of the lonely, empty night
Dismembered and fragmented,
No light from reality’s livid darkness
With chaos and the deterioration of the dimensions at the threshold,
On the sharp, jagged, edge with alluring Abyss calling,
She jumps flying to the disintegrated earth,
The wind screams no more.

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