Falls of the ditch prepared
Absence of voice and vision impaired,

blackened bones with dusty ashes
mirrors of time with vile flashes,

turned up fates with empty resolutions
inability to cause the final ablutions,

in the scattered direction tandem of soul jaunts
Charon in his boat deliriously taunts,

No Gods, no Angels in this world blazed
filled with flesh burned and glazed.

#WritcoPoemPrompt2
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