Thank you Cody, Tales From Sphyra for the prompt (150 words expression) & Clara MacGauffin for the image.
Zdzislaw Beksinski
He held her close, caressing her skull. A whisper in the air, a lullaby for her hair. “Fear not honey, the world just got a bit too sunny. “Sleep now, for I am here, my dearest dear.”
She wrapped her legs around him, eager, tender, and much care. Arms around his neck, arms around his back—intimate, shared. “Baby, it’s hot outside, but why can’t I see the light? “Will we die?” He said, “Aye.”
His arms squeezed on her waist, there it stayed. And then it happened, in a millionth of a second, A tale unspoken, for the heat had soaked in. Evaporated instantly, their clothes, hair and skin. Their lives had been, now laid bare and thin.
Dust, shadow, and shade, and orange too, wrap around the statues. Too warm, the apocalypse needs more blue. For it's sad, and true, Death's no more dread when she is with you.
Other dark poems:
Demon in her(my) ears - also prompted by Cody.
Such a hauntingly beautiful tale of love and s loss 🖤
Daaaaaaaaamn. Good, GOOD poem. You’re giving Kostiantyn a run for his money.
So far you two are the only ones who have rose to the challenge!
That was dark and beautiful, Hai. Those lines linger after the poem is done—as does that image.