Second poem accepted at Spillwords 🙂
Category: War
My Least Favorite Star
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars there thrives no tragic gloom; and then when daylight fades the night I hear chilling cries of doom.
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.
