Ides Of May

Feels like a fog. A haze Of death And decay Hanging off the Ground And lingering like A reaper Over corpses of Metal; Other dead Crusaders. I want to join them And leave this Dreary, macabre Battlefield; To be able to choose Between two flags Of old And new. I don’t want to polish MyContinue reading “Ides Of May”

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We Think We’re So Valiant

Lights floating in the dark Like Chinese lanterns A varitable peace among skies Where the things shine Glints of a blade in violence Brightening the dark world As it cleaves through With easy strength Glowing heavens hellfire Glittering Glittery Glittering A hack A slash A hock A stab Aghast the darkness Tools used are Instrumental

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