It should have stayed in the shadows
Beyond all mortals’ touch
A horror unleashed
By hatred and fury
And tempered by dark curiosity
Bodies left in this monster’s wake
As it is summoned again
And again
In the name of victory and desperation
Ignoring the humanity lost
The blood-filled tides turn
When the enemies use the nightmare
Delivering vengeance
In the name of the fallen
Adding more corpses to the global pile
The conflict gone too far
Both sides wittled down to scraps
Gods step from behind the veil
To seal the creation away
For eternity and beyond





It’s probably just me, but I keep reading into everything day seeing ill portents of our future based on the recent election returns. (Apologies if you are a DT supporter, but I am sitting in a dark corner, weeping for humanity right now.) Also, I think you might mean ‘whittle’ above rather than ‘widdle’ which I think is slang for peeing in the British lexicon.
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I’m not, but I see what you mean. Wrote and scheduled this two months ago. I always get that word wrong. Thanks. Hugs if you need them.
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Hugs are always acceptable currency…and, if our economy fails, perhaps will be accepted for food in the near future.
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A hug-based economy sounds like the right direction.
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No one writes better action poetry than you. I can almost see the action as I read.
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Thanks. Never thought of calling it action poetry.
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Well let’s do it Action Poetry. There.
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This really fits that genocide spell. And as kirizar mentioned, the post-election shenanigans.
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Total accident on that second one. Glad the spell doesn’t exist though.
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