No prompt today. I’ve been working on the Superhero story quite a bit. While working on it, I’ve been doing a kind of character exercises over on Bluesky (follow me there to see those). That’s sort of helped me connect with a few of the characters who may be feeling the most lost in the world they live in. That’s a feeling I’ve put into my stories and characters before. In fact, many of the main characters or even some of the minor characters in my dystopian worlds often feel this heavy sense of dread like everything is falling apart and they don’t know what will be left when it crumbles.
So, as depressing as that sounds, I went for that vibe today. Enjoy feels like the wrong word for the heaviness of this one so I’ll skip that. Here you go.
The banners hang, but edges fray
signs of the government’s decay.
They build a temple, high and gold,
to represent one who feels cold.The law is ink that bleeds and smears,
a testament to cloak our fears.
The crowd still cheers, though mouths grow sore,
for echoes aren’t the truth they swore.The pageant plays, the masks are worn,
the stage is gilded, curtains torn.
Each promise rusts, each vow decays,
yet still they march in hollow praise.The empire’s breath is thin, untrue,
it feeds on all it can subdue.
The past has shown where this may end,
a tear that none can hope to mend.So mark the ash upon the floor,
affix an X upon the door.
For when that temple sways, it falls
and silences the protocols.
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