Eben S J

Frozen & Falling

The frozen cities of angels
Fall slowly towards earth
Spinning idly in the air
Around and around

Spinning endlessly
Each frozen worldlet
Drifting in chaos
Private wars echoing

The wind moans and creates
The lightest breeze
The worldlets go out of control
The worlds lose their spark

Their ashes fall
They hit the Earth
The impact almost destroying them
Their world destroyed

The skeleton of their world is revealed
as a snowflake millions of worlds
Each different world abolished
By a single gust of wind

Beautiful but chaotic
Beautiful but brittle
Beautiful but hollow
Beautiful but dead.

Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008
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  • Alice Winters (10/10/2008 4:37:00 PM)

    omg i really like this, it was really easy for me to imagine this place you are right about, good work :) (Report) Reply

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