Niesje
The raven chuckled at the young man as he held the women's hand and danced in the trees. He wanted to see what would happen but than he had to sneeze. Winter made everything thing freeze. Ice all over the roofs beam's. Now the old man saw, there wasn't a raven after all. He was stuck in his dream.
Wistful flowers bloom as I walk through the trashy place of doom. My eyes tear as fire hits them. I dont know what to do. Shade blinds the earth as the birds fly back south and the melodies silence. One last tear falls as death takes the world over again… and again. Renewal.