Pink Mist
Shock-waves permeate space, time,
rippling through life's delicate essence --
as if it were
...nothing.
A dense haze of pink mist
hangs in stagnant air ~
its stench, not yet reaching heaven.
Proud, brave men
-- assured by their own arrogance --
attempted to contain a power
stronger than themselves.
...Now, not a single ash
remains of their existence...
For foolish is he
who is careless, but a moment.
© Tim Sutherland, All rights reserved
rippling through life's delicate essence --
as if it were
...nothing.
A dense haze of pink mist
hangs in stagnant air ~
its stench, not yet reaching heaven.
Proud, brave men
-- assured by their own arrogance --
attempted to contain a power
stronger than themselves.
...Now, not a single ash
remains of their existence...
For foolish is he
who is careless, but a moment.
© Tim Sutherland, All rights reserved
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