Dark 6: : Nostalgia Of Broken Dreams Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Seven moons since the apocalypse
I lost too much for Death's favor
Sevens moons since I touched her lips
For the last time near the wicked shore.

Many souls rust, hellishly dreamed
But I still seek mine in the land of ashes
When I stepped near a tomb of a non-redeemed
Carved in the stone, "whipped, died of lashes."

A familiar name was written in blood
Close to my heart than my own soul
Half washed by the endless flood
It was hers! Buried near the shoal.

I thought I'd see her again, but not at all!
She was crucified, lashed on the fort's ancient wall.