Peasant War

Peasant War

A Poem by Penny Dreadful

Plumeting from the skies

Enormous balls of flame

Aimed at a small child in front of me

Satan was upon us today

Any man your enemy

No one you can trust

Total anarchy


With only a mere peice of cloth around her

And my horse as our escape

Retreat is the only option

© 2011 Penny Dreadful

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Added on February 3, 2011
Last Updated on February 3, 2011


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