Saturday, May 7, 2016

A WITCH’S BREW


Red sky
A paradise is now lost and gone,
Never to be found again.
Whomever the demons come upon,
No more peace but only pain.
Like a cold witch’s brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME

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