Writhed Verses from the Bleak Wasteland
The wasteland stretches forever, a graveyard of rusted metal and broken dreams. Howls echo through the desolate winds, telling tales of glory. Here, amongst #art the tombstones, poets find their voice, pouring verse onto parchment as black as the sky. Their words are barren, a mirror to the soul of this broken land. Aching for rain, they write o