Echoes by Menoh

Voices bouncing off the ancient walls, The energies of the spirits around us, Of days long gone in glory. The sun shines again on this empty city Struggling against nature to exist, Defeated into shadows and whispers Of kings who once ruled, People who once rejoiced and worshipped, And gods who were brutal and unkind. The moon was once high on gods in smoke, The rush of blood burning into ecstasy, Now faded like the burnt out candle, With nothing but charred rope and wax remaining, To take us back to what once was. And now the silent spirits and ancient stones, Cooking pots and disturbed bones, Tell a tale of doom and survival, The story of love and hate and pride, Musical notes once carried in the wind, Returns to glory and spoken words.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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