At the End of the World

For this week Lady Jabberwocky’s writing prompt was to write whatever you want. Like my short story Lorla and the Grey Wizard and my poem Inoora, this poem is set in a fantasy world that I’m creating for the purpose of literature rather than gaming. I’ve been working on it for about a month now, so I thought I might as well publish it. It’s about a strange part of my fantasy world, a place where no-one lives today.

At the End of the World

At the End of the World

Past Ubthelos, and fair Yemor

Tall grasses rise and undulate

Like phalanxes of golden spears

Great serpents, fell and beautiful

Glide over earth and stones

And bones of warriors unburied.

At the End of the World

Is Nethenzor, city of ruinous beauty

Gods and goddesses

In black alabaster lie broken

Soft shadows fill gardens of wild verdure

Creatures of mist from another world

Glide through dark and desolate halls.

At the End of the World

Mountain slopes bear ancient tombs

Cut out of rock and weathered, broken

Zurala, goddess of the moon

Rises in stone, tall, serene

At a precipice, where cold winds sing

The song of the End of the World.

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