Black Dog Rain. A poem.

Its arrival was
Prompted with expectation,
But, like new year’s resolutions,
Fraught and overwrought
With impossible destinations.

Almost expectedly, the skies
Clouded with ash
And the dogged rain
Turned black;
Every footstep became
A baptism of fire.

A great darkness now
Lingered on the land,
Where once great beasts
Strode with weary confidence,
And evolution
Was but a whisper,
Millenia away

From the Black Dog Rain.

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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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