For those scared of death
Please turn your heads
And think some happier thoughts.
This story is gory and I ought
To warn you it is not for the faintest of
hearts:
A man with no plan
came out of death’s hand and
Traveled while feeling damned,
He had a far goal
And
a determined soul
To reach the small town
Where he was bound
To find a soft bed to drop
And finally the walking he’d stop.
Little did he know,
Passing mountains in snow,
That the world had changed
The reasons were ranged
There was nothing left
He took a deep breath
Beheld a gruesome sight
Of Ares’ might.
A flaming hotel
An evil spell saying welcome to hell.
Vehicles wrecked,
A corpse in one he checked,
The ground splashed with red,
The city forever belonged to the dead.