Our Broken World

[Lady Idril]

A/N: I don't really know what this is, I literally just typed it up in the moment of feeling cold, dark, sad and yet happy at the same time. Anyway, this didn't feel like a war poem, if you look at it metophorically it can mean all things under the sun. So take it as you want, there's no right or wrong with it...

Our Broken World

Our broken world is a beautiful sight
For eyes bedimmed by sleepless nights,
When the clouds rolled back
To reveal the earth below
We saw that the war was over.
Our broken world is all that now remains.
Cold and bitter, no lights to be seen,
Our broken world shines serene.
When the tears came down
To caress our cheeks
We embraced.
The world may be broken,
But together we still stand.
Peaceful reverie,
Time stands still.
We smiled at our world;
Our beautiful, broken world.

[Lex]

Bedimmed...is that a real word!?! It should be!

Good stuff.

[Lady Idril]

be·dim (bĭ-dĭm')
tr.v., -dimmed, -dim·ming, -dims.
To make dim.

Thank you very much, kind sir, glad you like it!