Apocalypse Dawning

O’ pale sinner,  
bleed into the murmur of persuasion  
Dark whisperer  
Cruel jewelled swoon  
Stand alone amidst the pallor  
We cream the mire  
To bathe in the shallows of ill-design  
Let us convince the depths  
to acquiesce to the sludge of envy  
Forsaken wilderness absent of fawn  
Flora dissevered from sunlit sages  
Indolent streams forbid of their dance  
Reams of dispraise in the alluvium;  
desiccated  
Longing for a wisp of rain  
Forthwith, we churn  
in the stagnation of trees  
Barren and subtle  
Brittle verdure afoot  
Strangling the last of the oaken pillars  
Sallow reflections  
in the final dawn  
Regardfully stretched  
shadowed  
unchallenged