The broken children sought ancient wisdom
on that last lonely night

In the wild, fires burned and burned
as smoldering sage laid claim to feral visions

It was a myth, this call to salvation
They poured through old text with feline eyes

In darkness, they sought light
In the midst of deception, they sought truth

Promises of old were discarded
to make way for the New Order

The keening of those left behind wafted across desert winds
on that last lonely night


photo: Pixabay
prompts: #GoDogGoCafe – Tuesday Writing Prompt, #BardBits, #BeautifulMess