The End of the World

Contempt
With each passing glance
On the fallen peasant soldiers
Shrunken bundles in the bleeding streets.

Corruption
A broken, useless government
And a puppet king hiding in an imaginary castle
While his kingdom burns to the ground.

Catastrophe
Marching ranks flow through the city
Like plague-rats, an endless stream
Trampling the dead and dying without a second look.

Uprising
Resistance
War.

All just different names for
The end of the world.

Reviews

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The words flow through veins of darkness... rich, captivating, descriptive. Physical yet emotional. A far-fetched 98/100 for me.

[C.smooth]

So dark why? but it's my kind of stuff. good job!