The Warlord
As war rages,
Drops of blood poured everywhere,
A rider on a white horse charges
For his enemies won’t dare,
Cries, hues and madness in the air
A deafening sound echoes in the atmosphere,
He closes his eyes and swears,
For he is full of ire,
If only she would care
It would calm his inner fears
YOU ARE READING
At the far end of town
Poesiasome random poems which I have patched up .........would be nice to hear some comments :)
