Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time

Another day has hung her crimson scarf
on rocky peaks beneath a twilit sky.
Too soon her fading hues will rest among
man's ash and bone in heaps of age-old dirt —
where long forgotten tales of days gone by
are pressed upon the dry, cracked lips of earth.
Into this dirt, day heaves her final breath
and stories of the past whirl with the wind.
They rise from dust, like ghosts, and spread again —
though sadly not a soul around will hear.

(written in blank verse - ten lines, with ten syllables of iambic pentameter per line, unrhymed)

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