/lit/ - Literature

Flat shadows cast on barren walls
By aging, apathetic sun;
Their hair dead like the yellow grass
Drowning in the deluge of drought.
As the heat rolled across their rotting skin,
Such was seen by the window glass.

Limp flowers held in porcelain
Crying a silent, desperate groan;
Like the black buds she sagged over
Her master’s tattered, navy vest.
As he fiddled with his slave’s tawny locks,
Such was seen by the window glass.

Green like the destitute pauper
The lips bestowed a Judas kiss:
Silent sappers laid wreaths for the
Royal donkey, holding the Plague.
As the breath of Death conquered her body,
Such was seen by the window glass.

By the window glass he stood,
Metal armour black in the heat.
By the window glass they hid,
For Hell was come again.