Screaming at the Stars

Another striking scene I wish I could paint

A man walks through the desert alone, the world empty of other life as far as the eye can see. He lifts his gaze tot he night sky and screams his pain to the stars, emotion carrying his sorrow into the deep void, echoing to the dark things that dwell there. His face bears the trails of his soul's blood as it spills to barren sand, reflecting the moonlight as it falls. Where the entrails of his wounded soul touch the scorched earth a black rose is raised from the sand, wicked thorns threatening all that would be tempted by it's dark beauty.

A man walks through the desert alone

The world empty of life

As far as the eye can see

He lifts his gaze to the night sky

Screams his pain to the stars

Emotion carrying his sorrow

Into the deep void

Echoing

To the dark things that dwell there

His face bears the trails of his souls blood

Spilling to barren sand

Reflecting moonlight as it falls

Where the entrails of his wounded soul

Touch the scorched earth

A black rose rises

From the sand

Wicked thorns threatening all

That would be tempted

By it's dark beauty

© 2014 Chained Potential

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This is dark and beautiful :) You should, however, but it to where it looks like poetry form rather than paragraph form. It would add to it and would be easier to understand the rhythm of which it should be read. Unless of course you meant for it to be like this, if so then disregard me haha either way it is still lovely in a twisted way!