Burning Atropolis

Is all I see

Crushing and gleaming

Stabbing

Laughing

The stormy clouds looming over

Threatening death upon us

Or is it just an illusion of the polluted air

The crows’ fly-in

To drop

D E A D

To

S U F F E R

Hopelessly alive

We know, yet still, we wonder

Why everything is so silent

So still

There’s peace at last,

And the only breath I hear is the wind

Blowing on the lifeless bodies

At the

W I T C H ‘ S

H O U R