Smoke Dance

A Poem by ibramagno

What really lies in a human heart is more horrible than one can imagine.

Giants in the Lands.
That of Ancients Lores.
Ruled by Lords.
All Ahead Forging.
War cries.
Sounds of Bloodshed.
Like Crimson the Land Shimmered from Space.
Every human a Lord.
Of His/Her Land-Heart.
Victory,evry man's desire.
Life never new.
Always few...who can.
Stay back and Love.
Its Humans mature.
Each other to Destroy.
As the Smoke Rises Up.
Always Itself Destroying.
Untill its no More.