A Blanket of arrows
eclipse the sun.
A hissing silence
…
instead of heads,
we harvest tongues!Smoke and mirrors
trick there eyes
burn there ships.
drown there lives…

Beautiful shades of red
and agent orange
tint the setting sun
dusk has come..

When darkness becomes your path
You will follow it blindly
its pure certainty is
like the warmth of a winter’s sun.
Casting shadows in the valley of death