A Humble Poem

Well, since I'm bored senseless right now (with no partying and stuff) I've started randomly ransacking my brain for anything distracting and... here's what I conjured up: A poem! Strict copyright by me. Of course. In memory of the old utopia the world used to be. ... ... I'm getting the feeling that I've taken all the seriousness from my beautiful piece of art (yeah right). Here we go:

Silent Memories

A book on the floor

Filled with words

Telling the story

Of many a world

Written with ink

Black as the sky

Pages of ash

Grey like the snow

Outside it's dark

Not a breath drawn

Ashen dunes dance

Mysteriously moving

No wind, no sound

A lonely house stands

In the house

Held by a ghost

Floats a book

Found by a child

Turning the pages

The little ghost smiles

Remembering times

When blue was the sky

And white was the snow

Once upon a time...