I am a being from Rymond, asked to describe where I come from... my name is Cynsfer. |
September 20 Prompt ▼ Rymond Reborn Scavengers ravage the surface Scouring the bounty that once was... Paring back the greens and golds That flourished with intensity. Now the grey earth is scarred. Burnt paths criss-cross the landscape Showing the brutalness of war And what remains. Those that walk the surface Are limp and lethargic They move as if moving through Thick fog and molasses. Death walking, eyes glazed No life... here. But below the surface In the crevasses and canyons Life abounds and begins anew Darkness is chased off with the light From kerosene lamps that glow Golden along the passages Like the lowly mustard seed We flourish... Children's laughter can be heard And singing, dances in the echoes That run like life blood Through chambers That line the great hall. There is only be green In the glassed in houses That drip with precious water Filtered through the miles of soil That separates us From what was. I am Cynsfer. We have risen from the ashes And bought new life Into this place, Along with the knowledge That history has given us; A gift of what not to do As we forge forth in peace, And in love. Gratitude spills from our hearts As we search beyond our boundaries For others we can help. 44 lines. |