'When the end came upon us, no one noticed at first. No existential threats from beyond our understanding, no vast invading fleets reigning terror on our worlds, no internal struggle or turmoil that brought low our celestial civilization. It was but a blight that we ignored…' https://t.co/o3XHKtDNFR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021
'Buffeting breezes blow billowing banks of clouds across meandering meadows, searching silently for their place.
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021
They wander carefree, caressing the bright blue sky,
Stirring fragrant flowers in a tranquil dance of grace.'#poetry #tuesdaymotivations https://t.co/iGgItyCCeD
'The winding stream from the maintain tops took many a turn and many a twist on its way to the sea, seeking the path of least resistance as it found its natural place in this world. As it traveled it was joined by others, coming together as one, ever stronger the older it grew.' https://t.co/IGsNTH83re
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 5, 2021
'Few respected the old rites anymore. Few enough remembered there were old rites to respect, fewer still recalled the rituals, the rhythms, the rhymes, the rattles…. There was so little love for the old, the dying, gods in this modern world. Yet there were the faithful few.' https://t.co/DOTLg2m7Vd
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'It was not much of a mountain, as such are measured. There were no snows slept upon its summit, no clouds crowded its crest, no glaciers graced its gullies. It was but a modest mountain, one of many in the remote region. Truly, a lonely place for the end of the world to start.' https://t.co/ezkqTTvM1i
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'With every step the pillar grew higher, with every breath, every beat of his heart the dream drew nearer. Here at last was proof of his wildest fantasies, certainty that the old ways still held power after all this time, that doorways to the other world lay buried, sleeping….' https://t.co/mI9u7RKuRs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'This was a fabled land, frequented by sea and by sand, famed for fortunes and the fantastic, ruled by prosperous princes and sacked by scurrilous savages seeking sensational spoils. It was a fabled land, long ago, in ages long lost to legend. Now, no one wandered here, but him.' https://t.co/gA32sCnoh0
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'It is only after we exert the effort that we can know what we have achieved, only after we have surmounted the summits and stand upon the precipice of our own ambitions and wildest dreams. We can only spy the peaks if we persevere. We can only glimpse the cloud tops from above.' https://t.co/RxK1924Bys
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'Such scenes seem so serene, fertile fields, steady streams, solid shores to build cities made of dreams. Civilizations strive to thrive upon such plains. But then rivers shift, and untold numbers perish in the flood, as their grand cities built upon the banks wash away to sea.' https://t.co/cLHAw2Kxkq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
'Life now knows not the monsters of before, but such has life been and such will life be, entirely entranced by the dangers of the day, never thinking, never wondering, why they fear the dark places, why they seek the sun instead of shadows and why the old bones still hold fear.' https://t.co/OsVcetAKgs
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) January 4, 2021
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