Rock, Paper, Scissors

The majestic fields of heaven caught fire
And on the rolling tufts of ash
A thousand faceless spearman rode.
Sanctuary mornings shuttered.
Night became giant.
The hammer of death struck long, powerful
Shivers into the land.
Some prayed quietly. Some wept openly.
Some raised their fists at the very sacredness
Around them. None soon remained.
The Earth fractured into countless, barren
Pebbles and drifted through the void.
All souls flew away, never once looking back.

Copyright 2010 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.


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