Drying up — 2022.03.09

A vibrant landscape
smothered beneath arid dust
of fallen castles,
and our legions march, lockstep,
toward the next horizon —

crossing that dry bridge
between shrinking oases
as winter sets in.

Justice the Ideal;
let us thirst,
left baking
under stars we invented
to honor Progress.

Twilight looms,
the only promise.

Follow the links in the poem’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In their comments sections there is much more to discover!

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