Flies the sole mourners
Casually sipping and munching away at a feast fit for kings
Carnage
Courtesy
The fallen.
YOU ARE READING
Drifting Thoughts
PoetryThoughts drifted about my head No longer to be contained Spread forth across the paper Spilled ink.* *Yes, that is reference to another of my pieces; it amuses me, so why not?
the Mourners
Flies the sole mourners
Casually sipping and munching away at a feast fit for kings
Carnage
Courtesy
The fallen.