Dark Poem ~ The Valley of Happiness

The world disappeared,
blinked out by the eyelid.

Its radiance slowly devoured,
by the ravenous appetites,
of the corrupt.

Torn now is the fabric,
of the great artwork.

A spoiled sunset,
in the valley of happiness

Restitched before rendered;
why try to resurrect a valley,
already barren and dead…

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