Tension was high as James and his men skulked along the undergrowth. The air was thick and hard to breathe; and they had to be careful not to sink their entire feet into the soggy earth lest their shoes would disappear into the mud….
War is never ending, always looming. You can never let your guard down, even when things seem the brightest, for this world will take more than it offers. I lived in a small town out on the country, far away from the struggles of…
Pest, war and famine, emptied the streets The city echoed quietly Through the raven’s shriek Beaks black; now scarlet There was enough to go around Must devour quickly, before the rats come © Christopher Stamfors
Wind so heavy And so out of bounce It ravage the fields And the trenches it touched But my spirits It can’t blow away For when the time comes I’ll have my sortie With vengeance in mind