Anthology

marocharim's word collection

fallen

the statues come crashing down to the floor where they all used to worship your name the pages get torn and burned from the books where they all once read everything you said; when you take that long, shameful walk to the door set apart from all your gold, glory, and fame your worshippers and […]

2/365: dew

on a chilly dawn drops of water from thin air bathe a blade of grass.

1/365: fireworks

glowing in the night the sparks glimmer like bright stars and die like fireflies.