Purified
My
world, Cold, Darkness, Silence, Alone.
The
sharp tang of blood, the acrid smell of my fear
Shards
of ice like a thousand knives in my broken, battered heart
The
sun will never shine again,
Nevermore
will the birdsong be sung
Rain
& Snow, Sleet & Thunder
Volcanic
ash & sulphuric gases
Everything
dead & dying
Death
& decay as far as the eye can see
Suddenly,
a voice. Distinct, pure, full of passion
The
scent of flowers, the sweet perfume of fruit, ripe for the picking
A
spark of warmth within, the damaged tissue reforging.
Sunlight
washes over all the land,
Birdsong
fills the clearing air
Sunrays
burn through clouds, leaving rainbows.
Blossoms
erupt from the ground
Everything
green & growing
New
life abounds in every field, glen & forest.
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