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The Monarch
In a land filled with smoke
A monarch flaps her wings
Billowing the smog
Far beyond the kingdom's walls
Embers blaze, only shadows persist
For light is a miracle
And God has no place for that
This courtyard is desecrated
once a sanctuary, now a prison
But she blazes among the grey
a prism of hope against reality
Bullet holes in paper wings,
Bombshells in flower meadows,
Ashes in bright memories
The house is annihilated
Yet her hope is untouched
In a land filled with smoke
A monarch flaps her wings
In this world scorched by hatred
Still, faith finds its way
A monarch flaps her wings
Billowing the smog
Far beyond the kingdom's walls
Embers blaze, only shadows persist
For light is a miracle
And God has no place for that
This courtyard is desecrated
once a sanctuary, now a prison
But she blazes among the grey
a prism of hope against reality
Bullet holes in paper wings,
Bombshells in flower meadows,
Ashes in bright memories
The house is annihilated
Yet her hope is untouched
In a land filled with smoke
A monarch flaps her wings
In this world scorched by hatred
Still, faith finds its way
Published 13th Mar 2022
Author's Note
Inspired by the Ukrainian invasion.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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14th Mar 2022 3:20am
Outstanding. Not only are you an excellent writer, but a seemingly familiar writer as well. Certainly I don't know you, but it's familiar all the same. The style, the word builds, all of it.
As you said, I offer back; Keep writing! Truly a gift to see your talents here.
As you said, I offer back; Keep writing! Truly a gift to see your talents here.
