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.
🙏
Thank you very much dear Peter!
Yes, hope may die, but in my opinion, love is the highest vibrating energy, and energy never dies,
Beautiful! This was a very pleasant read, Elke. As always. Long time no talk! Wie geht’s?
D.
Thank you so much for your kind and appreciative comment, dear Daniel!
Thanks, everything is quite okay at my side. I’m gonna write email you.
Looking forward to it! 😊😀😇
Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
And your comment is kind and uplifting as always, dear Damian! My gratitude belongs to you!