The Departure

In the still of the sleepless night

After the sun went behind the sky

And the horizon clear of disturbances

With only the soft whispers of the dead heard

The general lay hidden in his tent dreaming

Rumble Beneath The Clouds

The face got cracked into the terrain
With a grin, growling and trembling
The charm has clout the scene
Hurling a peril as people raced about violently