PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Moments pass,

Through time and space.

As ideas grow,

So does the strength of our race.

Conquest over all,

Is our only purpose.

Our buildings stand tall,

And we know the world is worthless.

Cities our heart,

The idea our soul.

But soon we shall see,

That our great moments have taken their toll.

When the world is consumed,

By the sentient mold,

And all will be new,

With no remnants of old.

Green a shattered thought,

Blue a faded hugh

Wind a distant memory.

To be remembered by so few.