Twilight’s Last Gleaming

It’s all poetry after all

We saw the rise

We saw the fall

Come to me amidst fiery skies

Choke back the smoke

Killing one another over lies

We never cared about fallout

Only winning

Cast away all doubt

What is this travesty we’ve become?

Left with two paths

One, murder and the other, martyrdom

This is twilight’s last gleaming

Blood rains

So why is your face beaming?

When my fresh blood covers you end to end

Just remember

There was a time when you called me friend

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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