The Colossus

The battle rages on.

My heart shaped arrows surf the doom ridden battlefield

Only to be disintegrated by the colossus known as Time.

 

Time.

A tyrant in his own right remains a force to be reckoned with.

His ghostly white aura fogs my field of view.

 

Reviews

[Harley (arbiter)]

I still love ya style man Keep on rocking!

[Laura Maidah]

The structure is aesthetically well-purposed. It really works in your favor. The tyrant is well captured. His aura is ghostly. We know that. Saying that is redundant. Opt out.