Mitchel David Ring

Thoughts, Stories, The Poem

Empire of the Sky

When the sky fell it swallowed me

and spit me out into a rugged world

where the hills are painted the color of broken bones

and the valleys between them are bathed in midnight

There in the midst of desolation I found peace

cloaked in the stench of war

the rolling tide of empire

across a kingdom waiting for subjugation

Legions called to the stars for their blessing

victory given on the winds of dawn

and far from an answered prayer

locked in the stare of a thousand conquerors

the sky gazed back at them

and in silence that fell like rain without clouds

it blinked

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Things are gonna get a whole lot worse before they get better… I wish we had a leader.

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Mitchel David Ring

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