The Waiting Game

I made this poem while cutting random words out of a magazine

Kind dragon sending forbidden letters 

To the village on the edge of time 

The village tales talk of the old man's ghost 

In the world beyond the road ahead 

They never imagine new life 

The waiting game is over when they die 

And their souls shine on the water

Reviews

[Patrick O'Neil]

Wow, i love the rhyme and rhythm, well written.

[Charcoal Flowers]

I really like the last line. It was slightly unexpected and it paints an interesting image.