Sower Of The Gray Poem by Lauren Kapusta

A bleak gray sky is overhead.
Clouds look on the ruins below.
All life had fled.
It wasn't always eeriely mellow.
Rivers of blood once flowed,
Blood shed by one who wanted peace.
A peace in which only war sowed.
Terrified heartbeats forever cease,
Women and children begged and cried.
Chaos snuffed their precious lives.
Men fought, screamed and died.
He was damned especially by the widowed wives.
The sun's eyes destroyed all it saw.
Annihilation was what he wanted,
Winter was to stay and never thaw.
The realm was doomed to be haunted.
No longer hungry, the sower departed.
The dead lay disrespected.
T'was not a sight for the light-hearted.
Ravens wouldn't let them go uninspected.
Among the ash and debris, there was a rose.
She stood in the ruins with a doll in hand.
The child only stood in shock and froze.
Her eyes and face were merely bland.
She wondered why the reaper spared her.
Her fear had obscured the clue.
Tears appeared and all became a blur.
He said; 'I have a little girl just like you.'
With her doll, she lain down for sleep.
Yet many more were destined to weep.