Reversal: The Drought
Purposeful strivings have ceased in this lush and verdant land
Thresholds sit abandoned and lonely
Silence reigns with a stifling fist, crushing the air
Life has been lost somewhere in the swaying grasses
Not even a birdcall springs through the cloying void
They wait like kings in repose,
While the ghosts wander numbly
The daredevils are all entombed.
Heedless they crumbled to the dangers
That prowled hungrily in the upper world.
They gave up their lives for naught and nothing.
What are these skeletons feeding the worms?
Your friends beneath your feet.