Dying Virtues

Posted: May 8, 2016 in Poetry



I sought out a dying sea
Sailed blindly through unknown lands
To Places where gods come to die
A broken landscape, laughter’s bane

I willfully marched for sordid causes
Cast off the comfortable leathers of dying virtues
And walked barren fields of burning roses
Where the crimson flames sang diffident dirges

In that desolate land i played my last drum
Under the brooding skies that bled off rum
Until the whole land lost its virginity in a drunken orgy
I was a harbinger to the death of sweet innocence.
The last lost prophet of dying morals and providence



“In a world emptied of virtues, all things became vices…..and each day arrived with bleaker aspect than the last.”( Steven Erikson)



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