Eight-line Poems

Ambition’s End

Ambition’s End

In Tarsapan where desert sands run out
and gardens burgeon green towards the sun,
the waters of the At’mar spring
flowed clear and sweet upon our lips,
Obdinagong did pitch his tent,
declared no more he’d warring go,
lay down beside the bubbling stream
to ease his aching limbs.

Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 06.23.21
Prompt: Imagine a word and then include it in a poem.