No longer could the gates be closed
No longer were they present
Abandoned
For when the sky
Turned its evil red
A wind swept in
Opening the holes
Receding each memory
Until desolation took hold
And all was washed
White with time
Which left no one
To collect
Fragments of dust
Standing guard
At the gates
They could no longer close.
Tag: swept
Salvation (day 606)
Swept away in a million dollar bills
Gone, gone in the setting sun
Lost over the horizons laid to sleep
Forgotten in the solitude
Bled dry, of all it’s remaining life
Until then, then will there be salvation