Life is a rotting rope
Shriveling, unraveling
Coming apart at every turn
People are dangling, living
Screaming, Laughing
Yet unaware of the Pending Death
I AM THE LAST WARDEN
AT THE END OF THE WORLD
THE GATES ARE WEAK
BUT I AM STRONG
I AM THE LAST WARDEN
HERE TO JUDGE YOUR WRONGS
Hold tight, the wind whispers,
Tauntingly, giggling
The humans obey cheerfully
Knuckles white with industry
Squeezing blisters form
But they relish this imitation Life
I AM THE LAST WARDEN
AT THE END OF THE WORLD
Swallow Deep and Swallow Fire
Forget what you can
While you can
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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