Poetry 1: In the Valley

Newest poem, finally, after nearly two months without writing one. Short free verse, by far not my best, but it's good enough as filler.

For older poems, see http://www.elftown.com/_Nite%20Owl%27s%20Poetry
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In the Valley

Hourglass sands
Falling from the pits of sky--
They run with fleeting hearts,
Gripping grains of gold in their hands,
Even as they slip away
To fall and die in the valley.
They mourn the sands,
They ponder their defeat,
They watch their children, mystified,
Uncaring,
Unmoving,
And begin again their unending game of catch
Into madness.