Where The Crows Scream
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hayha
hayha you don't need wings to fly
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For the sci-fi contest, “crimson soil long turned to ashy dust in the concealed sun”
A story about what the future will be like when the sky is filled with pollution and the sun is hidden.

Where The Crows Scream

Crimson soil long turned to

Crimson soil long turned to ashy dust in the concealed sun

Desolate, grim wasteland

Desolate, grim wasteland, envelops this meandering road

Eerie tales about this place

Eerie tales about this place from far and wide are told

Filmy soot smeared across skeletal trees

Filmy soot smeared across skeletal trees, in the rocks' creases, vehement and bold

Grungy bones jut from the ground

Grungy bones jut from the ground dispersed all around

Haggard crows caper from each branch and limp bramble

Haggard crows caper from each branch and limp bramble that will never again grow

Irked and emaciated, the crows quarrel

Irked and emaciated, the crows quarrel over the remaining bit of food which turns to be you

Jagged, massive, smoky clouds

Jagged, massive, smoky clouds obscure the spectacle that unfolds

Keeling obsidian birds with feathers too sooted

Keeling obsidian birds with feathers too sooted and oily to fly

Lopsided, deceased trunks from trees

Lopsided, deceased trunks from trees that were too dry

Moss is never again found

Moss is never again found only the dreaded dreary grey

Where the crows scream

Where the crows scream is one you'd yearn was a dream

written by: hailey

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