Children's Category - 2nd Place Winner


In the grotto of darkness light pours into
A chalice sitting on a cold stone slab

In a room full of light, a patch of dark
Spills into a chalice made out of bone

A single drop of blood splashes in
Ripples and patterns streak the surface of both

One more drop of blood falls down, falling down, falling
Ripples and patterns streak the face of a world

One last drop of blood is spilled
As it falls the world cries out

When it lands the world falls
Collapses and finally dies out.

~ by Azlen Elza