Poem #12 – Elysian Fields

In the plains of open land,
where a siege was once infested with dwellers.
Filled with substance and spirit,
they dance within the sea of fire.

Then on one elusive night the fire had ceased,
and the ashes play.

Segregation started in existence,
yet all remained is a foggy hazed.
They shed and perished;
all but a tarnished memory.

Now the voices mock and bicker—
empty words within the field of silence.

– Charlotte T.

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