Month: October 2017

Predicament.

Dusk came sounding the conch echoing the cry of a blood hound, halting the battle, for battling after dusk is inglorious, but little did it help to stop the melee of right and wrong in the warrior’s heart.


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Smoke

The world looked at their charred faces and burnt clothes,
Their debacle was all what people had to tattle
How their annihilation was an abomination
But only the smoke told the tale of the fiery flame they had to battle.