soundly, she sleeps beneath the glinting moon, amidst the changing forms of golden sand-dunes.
Category: art
Warping Time and Space | Poetry
eerily, the thick darkness melds into brilliant light, blending truth and doubt in lines painted wide.
The Apotheosis of War | Poetry | Spillwords
Second poem accepted at Spillwords 🙂
Massacre of the Innocents | Musings on a Relevant Piece of War Art
My mind predicts, the fall of future empires, the complete collapse of human civilization resulting from the tyrannical rampages of merciless dictators who raise a battle-cry that is sure to slaughter legions of innocents, bringing the end of times a century closer.
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