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Prose Challenge of the Week #5 In no more than 500 words, continue this sentence: The land was barren, the sky was black… The winner will be chosen by Prose based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Bookmarks and shares will be taken into consideration, but won’t decide the winner solely. Winner will receive $100.
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Dark Sky

The Land was barren, the sky was black,

That was all we had.

Shadows sank into the soil,

More with each death toll.

Fires shot from grumbling slots,

Lights glow in the night like moths.

The stars gave us a twinkling eye,

While down here we fell for a lie.

God’s mercy had been asked in vain,

For him all had to be slain.

We didn't know which gate we stumbled toward,

Whether the belief was strong enough in our heart.

We knew nothing besides the gun we held,

Listened only for our names to be yelled.

Like one creature made of steel,

That even on its deathbed won't kneel.

The biting wind only fired its flame,

Welcome to us all, welcome to the game.

A show so furiously captivating,

In our agony we seemed to be melting.

Once the game was played,

Death certificates had to be mailed.

You were lucky if your parents got to know,

Otherwise you were forever stuck in the snow.

For my Great-Grandpa whom I never got to know.