Morning brisk sun rises.
Beach fills slowly with many people.
Their rotten smell glosses
Every fresh drowned corpse on ground.
At siesta, tired man lays
Sweating by the merciless gold sphere.
Hidden army loud faze
Of musquitoes who are keen on prey.
As the warm sun descends
On the pastel rose infinite sky,
A forest fire expands
Killing innocent living beings.
Glistening sky of night
Crowds city streets with lots of bright souls
Among them evil's might
Stealing fortune, killing existence.
*Author's Note: This poem was an entry for the Newgrounds Sum-21 Writing Contest which I didn't win but still was glad to participate in.*