The War was over. The sky matched the ebony of the earth beneath, the silence reverberated across the valley. The War... Was it, though? The smoke spoke of fireballs descending from above, the abnormal mass of smaller blackened bodies suggested a massacre. The War was over.
The scent of blood; shrill The sound of battalions; Noxious. I see time, Come at me like a Bloodthirsty warrior, a hound, A mad cannibal. Surely my future Lies in the stars. So why do They dig out my grave?
What is it Good For?
When the sun bids goodbye And the world bears down with fatigue Reality knocks. White masks faces Red cries rivers. The heavens salute the undead, The price paid by the childless and orphaned.
She was but a survivor of the war, Just like the other children, nothing more. She walks around dressed in tatters, Nibbling on crackers the size of her little finger. She's a fearless hunter by day, A meek, doe-eyed deer by nightfall. Nothing can assure her brother's safe return home; Not even the phantom of … Continue reading The Survivor