The Vast Spoils of America by FiestaFacelift, literature
Literature
The Vast Spoils of America
the wilderness, it beckons me
but naught do i reply
when on the wind the sultry scents
of summer bluster by
and when in dead of winter
lurk the lifeless branches, oft they sway
to tempt me with their whispers
of the peace of death at bay
and perched above a sunlit cape
my heaven waits for me
the endless earth that i may roam,
entwined in its infinity
a legend unfurled in the strangest of places
devoid of black magic or mythical races
a clock and a box of saltines paved the way
for the rise of an unrivaled champion that day