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Poem: "The Last of the Ancients" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "The Last of the Ancients"
This poem was very loosely inspired by prompts from mtrose2, ellenmillion, and wyld_dandelyon plus the shared-world setting Torn World. (It is a Torn World poem, but it has not yet been judged for canon status.) It was sponsored by ellenmillion. The layout of the poem is very scattered, so I hope it shows up well in LJ.


The Last of the Ancients
– a Torn World poem


It was a grand life we lived
and our civilization was mighty.
We poured the hours
through our hands like so much sand.
Because we did not count them,
we forgot that each was infinitely precious –
and the universe, in the end,
was not immune to our brutality.

Time shattered around us

and
        we
               fell

through memories

       as

bro
    ken

as

       glass

that sliced

       our souls

                  from

       our bodies.

Air burned.
Stone boiled.
Animals writhed and died.

Existence frothed and bent,

       too much pressure

released all at once

fizz
       spit
              foam

bubbles everywhere
paralyzing the joints
of eternity.

Agonized stillness.

We huddled together

                     lost souls
                            on the shore
                     of the afterlife

pitifully grateful

that we were
already dead.

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