thirst

the days, dark and black
flip past, like the pages of a book
the joy that they seem to lack
make the day like a lonely rider by the brook

the skies in hues of red
the mood in the throes of gloom
the picture of all around dread
all over the darkness loom

the roses turn dark
like the shadow of a lone cadaver
the scene looks stark
not a soul to stir

the drought brought with it
many a parched soul
the dark in the night lit
like the ghost of a ghoul

the hungry eyes searched far and wide
for a drop of the sweet wine
pushing fears aside
letting the thirst entwine

the sun shone, bright and hot
the body trying to thrive
the days seemed long and unsought
in grips of fervour they survive

the days and nights seemed endless
a long and poignant struggle
the prayers seemed pointless
hopes were like a huge mound of rubble

this continued till people
could no longer endure it
then was sent the death ripple
no sign of life around the death pit

the rain then poured as if
the clouds had that one reason to survive
washing away the last signs of life
giving them the poison that killed them alive

xoxo
The Rambler