Harvest Time

 

Was no coincidence, this dream I had



I was casting my spell, in search of solace in an unfamiliar world

One of many supplicants begging to erase your memory

as your ghost, heavy with chains, rattled through barren landscapes



If you reap what you sow

your harvest is a bounty of broken hearts



Seraphic warriors warned of disastrous results

as they polished broken arrows, the ones you

carelessly imbedded in blood-soaked victims



If you reap what you sow

your harvest is a plethora of dashed hope



Even in this netherworld of sleep, I spied your silhouette creeping,

claiming ones willing to squander last chances

on love that could never be



If you reap what you sow

and your life’s work is fuel that feeds ambition,

your harvest is ripe with apples you pointedly poisoned



In this dream I had, our paths crossed for a last time

We met in a place of splendid sorrow, mine filled with messages

leading the way back and yours bent on accountability



Welcome to the reaping



As my spell spills from my lips to your ears, remember

a harvest lacking synergy is doomed to fail

You reap what you sow





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prompts: #WyldeVerse, #RRPrompt7, #SableSwanV, #BentHalos, #IntrigueVerse,  MLMM Wordle, WordPress Daily Post