Poetry

Solidworld

In age where matter quickly changed
from smoky gas to liquid fountains,
a newborn plane rose widely ranged,
rich in heavy particles of mountains.

Rock solid steady ground,
hills majestic rising tall,
nature magic firmly bound
within the layers of them all.

Elementals made from earth,
closest friends of ghostly jinns,
walked and proved that there is worth
fighting for your origins.

History being engraved
of those creatures being slain,
tragedy is being paved
upon the rocks of this terrain.

Still belief the spirits hold
for a better tale conclusion
and with endurance tough and bold
they’ll rise with fundamental fusion.

About elvenom

elvenom

Here stands a man who just like to express himself through writing.

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