Monolith – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Amidst the tangled web of woods,

stands a stump, a monstrous remnant

of a tempest long past, yet its

dead head and torso still lay

beside it, like morbid companions.

The once proud trunk, now stripped

of its strength, stands barely upright

as if drained of life and purpose,

impeccable symbols of death and decay.

Fungus and mold, its torturous captors,

slowly devour its flesh, leaving

behind a grotesque monument

to the circle of life and death.

As we approach, we feel ourselves

in the presence of some primeval monolith,

an ancient sentinel, a relic of time

that bears witness to the inevitable end.

In its dying moments, it whispers

a haunting truth, a reminder that

all life must end, but that even in death,

we leave semi-ephemeral marks on the world.