A Sunset
Chrome trees and
stainless steel blades of grass
crimson drops slither on the edges
And petals lay rotting
The golden sun hangs on the horizon
of a satin sky
and blinds an infant tulip
grown in a mass of copper
It’s youthful veins yearn for water
and suck the acid from down below
It observes as it withers
A large coiled cord
at the back of the sun
and a few civilized men lethargically rotating a dial
and the sun starts to set
Arqum
6/12/2016
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Wow! Scenes from your new dystopian novel? ^_^ Your descriptive powers seem to have reached a new level. The closing image of the clockwork sun is so haunting. In fact, A Clockwork Sun. Makes a catchy story title! You heard it here first.
Here she is, my favorite visitor :p
Thanks ^_^