Poem: CHANTS OF DOOM

i hear afar of dying tone,
its tales of misery and of forlorn,
from the hillside to the meadows,
From the vale to the peoples sorrow,
and write their woes in dark pain,
and indeed the world is lost!

As d music sods without a course,
Voices echoed aloud,
the earth grumbled as graves delivered, monsters the race of survival has began,
as mankind is destined to face thy doom;

A battle of no survival to tell the tales,
of the lost soul,
as owls became the official birds,
of the Earth.

By:
Beryl queen