Ghosts

Oppressive heat of the high Devil sun

Fire breaching sky

-Everything ends as dust-

Vast and eternal ocean of sand

Bone white planet

-The endless death of passing Time-

No creatures breathe this salted air

No heartbeats quiet

-The scorching winds of hateful Gods-

Gods that were once men

Ghosts made of dust

-Casting shadows on the deserts they have made-

© 2013 Axel Howerton

Originally published in “Night Shade” Volume One

Little Bird Publishing House, 2013