A Dream of Renaissance

Slowly – The Daily Post prompt

 

I open my eyes and I see

a city draped in greys.

A sea of conflicts, growing resentments,

luring promises. And slowly engulfing

clouds of rebellions. Shadows

lurking behind shimmering fairy lights.

 

Next, the dusty pavements

turn blood red. Towering edifices

demolished by storms of terror and outcries,

testaments of forlorn pride.

 

I pray for peace, for a song

of mellifluous harmony,

for a eudaimonic dawn.

I wander around, looking for

yet another renaissance.