Umbee
Shared on Thu, 09/14/2006 - 16:58ForSaken Land
A stench fills the heavy air full
Of a sickness, even the cool
Wind cannot bend the flavor from
Sour, the gritty floors flow with scum
Yearning for life anew, starving foul
Above marking paths, the dead howl
Out with unletting rage and contempt,
Desire of vengeances all hell bent
Once was a great land, this place
Eroded soil now lives after a rat race
Erected towers and great fortune flowed,
Destruction then chaos left no abode,
Fairytale ending here can never be known,
Most cease now with a terror filled moan,
Once loved by all, now a wasted land,
Where did it go, our Paradise Island?
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Submitted by Umbee on Thu, 09/14/2006 - 23:24