Snowfall

Grey clouds loom overhead

Yet bring no rain

These clouds are dead

motivation only comes with strain.

 

A spark is lit

And tossed aside

The Tyrant’s fit

Leaves trees their fears confide

 

Their genocide spreads terror

Many days will never come

All the deaths a hopeless sum

None of their fates were fairer

 

Wooden shrieks of agony

Are heard from miles around

Look for hope but none be found

At this wretched travesty

 

The ashes are rife

The land is bare

Yet clouds come to life

Snowfall fills the air

Author: SashKab

I write short stories and essays, and post them to my site justmynarratives.wordpress.com

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