Suddenly Irina heard a deafening blast. Literally. She completely lost her hearing while falling on…
We are agents of demise,Bred to consume this paradise,When our facades fail to disguise,Our unholy unity.
It’s lonely up here. The others used to say you get used to it but now they’re gone too. Once upon a time this place was a lush…
The legion marched along the treacherous line,Following the scent of a ghastly crime.Onward they went, with not a shred of fear,Brave…
Halfway across the yard, there is sweat on the nape of his neck.
In Calvados you have your crossAnd though we won, you most surely lost.Your sacrifice, at twenty-four, to modern ‘wit’Is nothing more than a crying bore.
“Excuse me, sir?”