August 07, 2012

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