luni, 8 decembrie 2014

Dystopian



In the thirteenth age of the Ununseptium nuclear storm,
The vestige of humans lies exposed in primal skins.
Sun is obliterated; his reign in tenebrous eclipse is walled.
Stars are in obscure dungeons enthralled,
While under moon’s ray of noise are called
Liar gods and mortals... now quantum’s decay,
In obscure abyss to be chaotic reborn;
As the particles of endless time grievous phantasms begin to form.
Caverns awake, mouth wide open as coffins,
And, as rapacious kings of old, over the shattered surface
Go rampant and increase all undead life consumption.
Clouds gather in bitter wings of fallen muse’s lace
Bringing, at dawn, the revival of Akasha’s tantalizing miasma.
Rotten redemption lurks in the shadows of the quill thief.
  
Note: The poem is the winner, by community choice, in the prompt competition "Wordle#3" of The Reverie Journal

You can find the poem published in The Reverie Journal's e-page following the link:
http://thereveriejournal.com/2014/12/14/dystopian-vlad-teodor-petcu/