Pumpkins rotting in their fields,
A rain of arrows held by shields,
Raging fires roaming free,
Soldier cities taking knee,
Carnelian tears the children yield,
The Reaper's scythe the tyrant wields.
Acridine tapestries rent from walls,
Orange Reverie gilded halls.
As the wanton killing spree,
Spilt florid blood of bourgeoisie,
A thousand Kings made to thralls,
Pulled from crumbling castle walls.
As cities sleep forevermore.
Now cry out such is war.
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The Books of Xarian
FantasyThis is a collection of my poetic works thus far! They are meant to be read aloud/performed! The poems are separated into 6 books: Exact Matches, The Lapidary, Seasons, Elemental, Dragons, and Loose Ends. The first chapter/page of each book contains...
