the hole has opened
and the madness
has seeped up
into the hordes.from square to square,
the bells of peace
are cursed,
then ignored,as kings eye
each other’s war machines
searching for an edge
in helland the young dream
in games of death,
honing new ways
to carve the soul.the fires of conquest
have turned inward
and the great cleansing
has begunas the afflicted
wearing no remorse
would ravage the innocent
for being alive,but they of compassion —
forgiving in secret,
don
the look of lionsuntil silence
floats
over smoky cities
and rusty fieldsand easy creatures
emerge
from hidden thickets
softly chirruping.
— LD —