NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Mask Cordial

Mask Cordial

Benediction cannot spare
Horrors of this wasteland
Brought by the corpse
Consuming heart and mind
His course through seas
Marred by grief-filled blood
A war we birthed in rage
This wasteland aftermath
Passions dare not speak of
Cross the fingers in hope
Hope the wasteland fades
From evocation, verity
A futile benediction
Cannot spare, spare us
Horrors of this wasteland
Brought by the corpse
Sidling beneath anticipation
Camouflaged behind a cordial
Mask welcoming all happily
Into his deceptive seas

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