Nemesis, a dark cloud hanging low
At the firmament, heavy with fate
The calm before the storm, a bad omen
Stifling the hum of the world
Animals hide in holes and caves
All of nature holds its breath
Raindrops pelting down on the earth
Tension remains, no let up, no relief
A storm is brewing, breath turns to mist
Lost souls howling for salvation
Cassandra intonates a riequiem
Hope dies last, she had always known








Elke….I too seem to write more when I’m discombobulated.
You say hope does last but I’ve always thought love is the last thing that does.Im hoping it is when my time is up.
🙏
Beautiful! This was a very pleasant read, Elke. As always. Long time no talk! Wie geht’s?
D.
Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian