Black Rock Wasteland
Posted on August 26th, 2006 in All
Death glistens in
the desert like a mirage,
spectors in the diffused shade.
The sun adds a strange glow to the heat.
It has pulled them out into the open.
They spend dangerous amounts of time
away from their towns in the crevices.
The ghosted wind moves the Creosote
and I hear whisperings in the silence.
They hunt and gather in smeltering black seas.
Dust devils sweep by in dreams.
October 11th, 2006 11:08 pm
ooooooooooooohh! niiiiice!
i REALLY like that one. good job.
z