of the World
the sandy walls melted and
were washed away
with loud screams and
raindrops mixed with tears.
The cloudy sky had
ruined that perfect time
as fragile turrets fell
from a castle made
of imagination.
At the end of the world,
the foot prints, in such
formerly burning sand,
had come too late
to shade and save this fortress.
The grit filled water
had flushed away all notion
of this tightly packed palace
at the end of the world.
