The Unwanted Sky (poem)
Added 2024-08-07 14:51:56 +0000 UTCA friend was telling me today how there was a lot of smoke where she lived, so I ran with it so I wrote a short poem. I might come back and make it something more, but I figured I should share.
The dawn breaks in sickly orange,
the smoke everywhere, but the fires distant—
the child of Fenris is in the sky,
paws drumming to a beat as he runs—
Is this what is left? Is this all we get?
Run sun, run for your life, less the wolves win,
and eternal night come!
