The Dying Planet
Starlight, pass me not.
Starlight, silver fingers stretching across black consciousness in reach.
Starlight, a feel of loss.
Starlight, glitter beyond abyss, tides of time will reach the hopeless beach.
Kill, I tried – soaked the earth with my pride.
Again nothing came, spirit ablaze – the level reached, just the same.
Kill, I died – my race I couldn’t save, dwindled in size.
Again, life replenished anew, legendary form – but nothing was the same.
Recoil did my appetite – disgust, in broiled were the fallen ones – in rust.
Of skill, of mind, of everything in time – dishonour, it’s nigh, higher level, must climb.
The God of end – our fates were bent, this power is true, a lake – tranquil and blue.
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
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Today to my surprise when loging into my goodreads account, i saw that 72 new people have added my book to their ‘to read’ shelve! If I wasn’t sitting down at the time i would have tripped over my jaw. I thought that readers would just enter the giveaway, but it seems that they have been inticed enough to go out and buy it! If they don’t win it in the giveaway of course…and after they finish reading all the other books on their ‘to read’ shelves lol. Even so i think this is a win win situation – so i will rejoice Sister Act Whoopi Goldberg style! 🎶 Ohhhh Mariiiiiaaaaa 🎶