All the promises
1 – 10 July 2015
The hours still stand by
As space expands in morrow
Slate of time dilates
.
Crops burnt in corners
Lie idle remnants of past
When food was mundane
.
Eyes wide with glory
Mind quenched with victory’s thrill
You rule, King of dark
.
Corpses pile aflame
Memories of hearts that loved
In vanity died
.
Thrill of chase vanquished
Idle thoughts of loyalty
String of hearts like pearls
.
I believed a lie
Intoxicating promise
Of a brave New World
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