(Another Older Work of Mine)
A solitary crow sat on the power line.
I was drawn by it so I walked towards it.
In tbe field behind it
Stood a dark eyed man with his dark steed.
He was wearing a black flowing robe
He motioned me to him
I didn't have to speak...
Mesmerized..He helped me on his horse
And I rode with him
To a dark chasm..
Witnessing.. degradation, debauchery, dissolution,
decadence, corruption, debasement
All swirling around. Voices screaming for help
I gasped.
This is our Earth', he said
This is what's become of Terra Firma
© Suzanne M Hall