The lust for bloodshed, Cries and wails. Broken domes, Victory and fame, Orphaned children, Widowed women, Corpses and crippled soldiers, Defeat and shame. Athena helped connive While Ares watched lain As Keres bore on her rummage for the slain. Dragons flew over Breathing out the hot fire Horses ran in menace While the ruthless warriors Kept slaying sans penance. A realm is now demolished Another expanded A king’s head is chopped off another smiles with triumph With pride he looks At the lives lost While he prepares For his kingdom Of unwilling acolytes Frigid women dismayed orphans and an empty throne.. Read more at Taj Mahal Review Dec. 2012 Issue
Welcome to Paraferno - this is the story of a lackadaisically frantic and whimsical dame on an oneiric infernal paradise ;-)