Black blossoms rise and wilt
Within the span of seconds,
Painted with splotches of scarlet
That drip from dark petals,
Falling to the cracked earth
From whence they have sprung.
Time here has broken,
The clocks will never tick.
The silence is deafening in
It's own resonation,
Concentric ripples
That ring out silently,
Seen but not heard.
The land is always the same
And yet it changes constantly.
Never shall two structures
Ever be the same as when
Vision has left and returned.
The wasteland knows no life
Other than the singular flowers
Born from the broken ground.
Triumphantly, they grow.
You have no idea how close
You have no idea how close you came to describing Can-Ka No Rey. The field of roses that stands before The Dark Tower. A wasteland where time is broken and the silence is unnerving. Great write .
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thank you!
I always thought black flowers would have been more fitting.
You've read The Dark Tower
You've read The Dark Tower series?
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Yep.
A very long time ago, though. I'll have to re-read it one of these days again, probably sometime soon.
You are awesome!! If you
You are awesome!! If you couldn't tell that's my favorite book series. Sadly very few others I know have read it so I am always glad to hear somebody else has read them.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Ram Abbalah
It was fairly obvious, yes, and thank you! Me too. I don't think I've ever met anyone else who has.