in solitude
a tattered book in hand.
She stops and sits
in the very middle,
turning the torn pages.
Then she felt the Earth rumbling,
saw grey dusts turn to red,
blue skies to grey,
the mountains shivering,
the oceans drying
and she closes her eyes,
wishing for it all to end.
She prayed,
and the world was never
to be as it was.
Ever again.
(shambled ramblings. not my best, as you can see. sigh)