Finding their way along
the narrow foothills
they can hear the dismal thud
of crashing waves against the
caves of eagles nests where
eyes glare from metallic windows
to a desperate road where flowers
suffer lack of tending,
their desperate vines rot in apathy
crushed beneath indifference.
As though the sun has been snuffed out
darkness descends upon the path.
They dare not look into stark eyes
behind the candle glow on high.
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