Blight

Beneath these masts of lightning blue we sat and wove these tales for you.
They started harsh but ended serene.
I know you enjoyed them for your eyes turned green.

Yet where has all your empathy gone?
Sold or cut it matters little for you have turned into a demon.
Crushed hope within your fist.
I still remember before your poison mist.
A boy so happy he made all who saw him smile.
Now all you bring is a death pile of rotting flesh.
It accompanies you as if its the best representation of how this world should be.
So sad to see how far you have fallen from your harmony.
That pain is all you believe deserved.
Its been eight years since I’ve heard the song of birds.
You turned extinction into an empire.
All for some jaded trinket you call desire.

Stories dead as are most who wove them for your wonder.
Lifeless shell of a once garden globe.
This will be all you are ever remembered for.

Dunes of decay.
They will never go away.
Trees so dead.
Green will never be seen again.
Wildlife is gone.
You butchered each and every one.
Hope has died.
My only wish is I hope you live long enough to regret this beast that you’ve become.

The once masts of lightning blue are now grey as are you.
While all these tales you loved are lost.
Having choked life without thought for cost.
Wandering this wasteland that once sang to you.
It is silent and so are you.
Alone without another soul.
In your eyes there is only regret that came too late.