The Hope.

Desolate and deserted are these fields once fruitful
In times of treachery and torment, the winds will blow
the sands of loneliness over the baron lands…
The odour of putridity and death fills this lacklustre air
Desert ruins awash with the reminder of what once was
though not to be again

Forgotten in an annihilated yet promising past
Do not give up for fear of failure
Though all is broken and eradicated
All is most certainly not lost
From the ruins will rise realms of wonder

Stare in disbelief as mountains move before
Your very eyes and mind
In your heart be sure, be sure my angel
All has been restored and will continue
To be the seed on which you feed

The baron lands once fruitful
Live to bear fruit once more
Succumb to the smell of life and hope
The sands are washed away and all that remains
Is beauty my sweet. Your beauty.

Author: Moonsomnia

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