All the promises

All the promises

1 – 10 July 2015

The hours still stand by

As space expands in morrow

Slate of time dilates

.

Crops burnt in corners

Lie idle remnants of past

When food was mundane

.

Eyes wide with glory

Mind quenched with victory’s thrill

You rule, King of dark

.

Corpses pile aflame

Memories of hearts that loved

In vanity died

.

Thrill of chase vanquished

Idle thoughts of loyalty

String of hearts like pearls

.

I believed a lie

Intoxicating promise

Of a brave New World

Burning district – Courtesy Sancient