Glory and Death

So this is suicide. The moment of death. A silly expedition towards inevitable failure. The monstrosity brings one of his weapons back and all air disappears from the battle field. Then he swings it forward and a hurricane like gale batters all. The commander watches twenty go down with the blow. One of his men …


Fresh Start

When the moon began to melt It cast a sickening blue light Mixed with molten orange over the night sky It made the air stink with burning ozone And heavy with the idea Soon the Earth would be void On its way to a fresh start.