Born of Madness

Halloween Mood

Frigid suns over crumbling moons

Air permeates with ether

Plants fear to sprout

Over such a hostile land

Creatures creep within the shadows

They dare not make a sound

In the land born of madness

Seasons rain with jagged glass

Fierce and frigid, winter’s frost burns

In this harsh place we slowly die

Plagued by fatigue, we cannot cry

Planet’s core crumbles with

Each new life

Unsuited for life, many will not thrive

Weighed down heavy with

Despair and sadness

As my heart bleeds out

My last breath speaks

Of the land born of madness


Published by Madame Hellshadow and friends

I have several short stories, and poems published. I am from Cleveland, Ohio. I keep myself occupied with creative projects. Art is the spice of life!!!

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