Ranticle

The sand squalls are

broken upon the hills.

The forests canopy tremors

from this sudden shock.

Scars and snappings are

heard. The looming darkness

sings in choral stridence.

And the madman wills

it ever more onwards.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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