Quiet Time

Quiet Time

In a moment, ears are ringing.
The initial swell of twitchy
Combatants, charging out, crashed
Onto a coastline of gore.

As droplets of viscera splatter and
Fragments of bone shatter across armor
All is silent, bending swords other-wards
And charges of black powder towards

The boon of old gods. The old guard,
Hungry, so hungry for a grotesque
Deafening by pistol shots and
Scabbards of artillery.

A conflict of nephilim, with
Waves of almighty surging to,
First into the silence, mute the
Opposing force’s noisy war machine.

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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