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 …
In a Forest of Hair
It is Within the polluted forest of hair On the giant's head Two sides fight They are Small creatures Flying With wings Like leather Teeth sharp and wicked Intentions maligned Focused As Oblivious is their host They gather His essence To live To war against each other Untill The End Art: hill giant by …
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.