CRIED VERSES FROM THE BLEAK WASTELAND

The wasteland stretches aimlessly, a stage of rusted metal and broken dreams. Howls echo through the desolate winds, whispering tales of loss. Here, amongst the shattered fragments, poets find their voice, pouring verse onto parchment as crimson as the sky. Their words are sharp, a reflection to the spirit of this broken land. Aching for rain, t