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Click hereThe new clear dawn shines down
upon the wasted land
Dust fills the air
picked up by the pincer
of Lucifer’s hand
stirred by his finger
and falls to the ground
Where green leaves danced
charred stumps remain
No birds to nest
The sweet sound of songbird
died in shame
skeletal and bare
the final song passed
The laughter of children
a sound of contorted metal
swaying hidden
No love, no souls, only rubble
razed to the ground
swirling dust
Oblivion
This is not the future
It happened not today
I lived it when I left you
Now a living nightmare
my world is empty
the earth is bare
the sky dark grey
I begin to toil and labour
and work this barren land
Water, sow seeds
Blood and sweat spews forth
to change this desert
from dry sand
into fields
Apocalyptic survival
this holocaust my test, look…
I want to show you something…
meadows of orchids
and butterflies
My harvest
My nest
Kneeling by your feet
I offer you my food
Like a sacrificial lamb
Led to the slaughter
The devil’s daughter
I offer you my fruits
I offer you my womb
(c) Gaia_Lorraine 2005
"a sound of contorted metal
swaying hidden"
great image use here...
I am curious why you center the poems? It is distracting to my eye, especially when some lines are longer than others
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