Decay

Figures standing still,
crack, decay, crumble –
under the weight of endless time.

Frozen on a winding  road
bereft of life, laughter and love
with the Dark ever creeping.

A colourless, speckled visage,
marred by a sullen silhouette
asphyxiated by forlorn hope.

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Swept

I sweep myself across a barren, vast ocean floor.
I sweep myself above cold, watery grass.
I sweep myself through charred, scorched fields.
Waiting without end.

Truth is – regeneration never comes.
I must sweep on
until Death itself awaits me –
moaning at my doorstep.

Time will come to pass
and Legend will forever remember
one who swept –
while he silently wept.