Prince Of The Cracked Valley

Prints. Copyright Merilee Mitchell

I.

Look out and across,

At the kingdom of your father.

Come down from your chambers onto the broken earth,

Feel the parched breeze on your face,

Guide your subjects wisely,

Lead them into the light,

For the cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be, will be.

II.

He went out,

Blinded and swaying,

Snaking his way across the realm,

His steps became laboured,

Breathing heavy, mind warped by the sun.

And there he fell to his knees and perished,

The last of his kind.

The cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be will be.

III.

The wind licked up in gusts,

Failing to erase the past,

Speaking to those of a lost age:

Great prince,

Your reign consists of impressions now,

For the cracked valley will remain,

In this world and the next.

Whatever will be, will be.

 

©Sean Everett 2014

Photographed in the Mojave Desert, California

 

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