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Vanity Dreams I

Poetry By: wolffe
Literary fiction


through the fires and brimstone of earth, what is the end of humanity. Is it based on the bible? Or do we have a more spiteful fate for our race?


Submitted:Feb 8, 2009    Reads: 74    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Vanity Dreams I

Ash colored skies with rain,

skyscrapers glaring at the river.

Windows rocking to and from,

high winds in the sixty miles an hour range.

Standing above the world,

a dark smile covered with rain.

Basking in the moment of silence,

lips slightly move the words of prayer.

Rising to power from the knees,

a servant from the underworld.

Flashing color of danger in hazel eyes,

jet black mane across his shoulders.

Entrusted with a scroll from Babylon,

watching the clouds release their anger.

The strokes of a painter in heartache,

a titter on the rooftop.

Praising the abyssal dragon,

plans hidden in his heart.

A king of a world in fire,

waiting with a hushed heart.





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