I held the water in my hand

Poem

I held the water in my hand
It was cool and free
Like a breeze
A cool breeze that chills the skin yet refreshes the senses

He was a king
A king in my realm
Unleashing the sense
An all out war
A war of a lifetime

The countryside was torn
Tattered and burnt
Homes no longer existed
Ruins
The grass was blood stained
The mountains were aflame
Creatures had scattered
Only bottom feeders
Vultures were all that remained

Nothing would uplift us
Raise our spirits
We all walked out to the cliff
One by one we walked beyond the edge
We fell into a new hope
A new realm
One that no had no mountains aflame
One that would give us rest

No one looked back

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