Battle of the Broken

The black flames
Engulf the mountains.
The blood flows
Through the fountains.
Dust rises up
From the ground.
Neither horse nor man
Makes a sound.
The white flag flies
At a steady pace.
Your eyes settle
Upon my face.
The dagger flies
Into my heart.
Our love has now
Fallen apart.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback