Chatterbox: Inkwell

Looking over at the lands

Once beautiful and green

She held her breath and eyed

A grey, desolate scenery. 

His lips trembled, watching all he knew

Go up into crimson flames that peaked

The sun burned hotter than his tears

That smudged his grimy cheek.  

Carefully she walked between

A barren field, unsown

And stepped around the rocks

That littered her old home.

The heat flushed his young face

While he ran away from everything

But the shadows couldn't hide him

They didn't even try while they were dancing. 

(More later! Maybe...)