06-17-2016, 12:22 PM
A poem about the plight of sulfur miners is unique. What you have here is a nice begining to something that could be very meaningful. Take your time and re-work this one and it could be very powerful. Nice going.
(06-12-2016, 04:14 PM)Weeded Wrote: Mist, burning sulfur men
falling into the volcanoe's pit
for mist, a bit of shade,
the peak confuses heights
like crowns do kings.
Lava melts every touch
nothing but lava now
burning sulfur men melting
into one for the mist.