Josua Grave Poem by Bella Ravenstar

'Twas a glowing spring noon
Upon the place I called home
Wandering through the desert fields
Eying the amber carpet
Some golden, some lavender
Stomping the familiar crusnch
Scratching my head
Bewildered, oh my!
Thhe familiar dwellings gone nigh
Weeds pricking cross my limbs
Breeze brining the thirsty dust
Stomping, crunching
Dry foilage
Looking the view yonder
It came to me
Familiar memories of my birthland
A shy cottontail came to my view
Squaking ravens
I knew this scape
I knew the sounds
Strolling farther beyonf the drowsy hilll
A strange sight came to eye
Came closer
A stolen confused gasp
For the sight I saw an eerie delight
The orange radiant poppies
Not upon the ground
Joshua trees standing still
Whispering barely a sound
Too deep in awe
For I saw
The innocent poppies
Blooming from Josua trees
The unwelcoming prickled hairs
Hath bewent
Soft warm poppies in their stead
Like a desert chandelier
Admiring the still statues
Strolling deeper
A screeching fight
A cold gloomy gravestone
Drew me near
Accompaning a chandelier
With a glance
Almost like a trance
I saw symbols embosed
Disbelief
Denial I quaked
I was full of breath
Color in my cheeks
Feeling all the same
Chilling shudders
A nervous chuckle
I knew destiny called me here
To the Joshua and the poppy chandeliers
Staring at the stone
The symbols bore my name
I fled away
Shadows closed the scene
The dream faded