Leaves littered through black roads

Interrupting Her humble abode,

Cutting like a surgeon's knife

Vericose veins on a virgin wife,


Her lungs, no longer whole

Wheeze, blackened by sulfur and coal

Pillaging Her and taking ours

Marching Her to the final hour


Tempest and Mother a like

King and serf tremble at Her might

Violent, will be the end

Reclaiming Her once again


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Haven't written in over a year. Trying to get back in the swing of things. I'm unsure about the final stanza. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

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Morningglory's picture

Ouch! Well, I hope Her end

Ouch! Well, I hope Her end isn't violent and she gets to heal instead. But I'm not really criticizing the last stanza. 

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and_hera_met_zeus's picture

it's perfect.

it's perfect.