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.*