--The end of the poem in parentheses is optional. I was't sure where to
end it, so if you read this, I'd like it if you told me which you liked
better : ) (either ending after the part in parentheses or the part
right before)--

In a silent empty city
Where color is unknown
The mists of long forgotten lie
And high above remains
Of this silent empty city
Is the grey cloudfilled darkening sky
And beside the creaking docks
Is an endless black cold river
Filled with blood that was warmer in it's day
Floating in this river
Are the wispy mournful ghosts
Haunting all the sunken ships and helping them decay
Just above an immersed ship
Lays a single rotting raft
That creaks and moans so loudly for all ears
And in a tiny crack
Sits a pretty yellow flower
It is the only color this world has known for years
(The only other life
In this long abandoned graveyard
Is a thin cold starving dying beast
It comes upon this flower
And in quick gesture for survival
Ruins any chances, it might have ever had
To see another undistinguishable day.)

-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 317 AF.