The Shire

This broken land, this

worn out shire, yielded

nothing of consequence except

for the occasional brilliance

that flickered briefly before

vanishing into the mists.

Generations came and went;

nothing of real substance was

left behind apart from

their ruins and tombs,

testament to that folly

that all transients make.

This broken land, this

worn out shire, died

long ago. But now

its past is being

revived by curious seekers

of knowledge and power,

hoping for a clue

to end their own

mortality, man’s ultimate folly.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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