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.