Friday, August 10, 2018

Infernal...

Infernal...

I sit with a fine cigar,
The Wind rustles Through the palm fronds,
Waving,
Hot,
Heat dwindling in the evening.

Tonight I will see the glow in the Hills,
And know the battle continues,
Started by crazy,
Fueled by hot world.

Cleansing the past,
Involuntary Ash,
Evil red glow,
Wicked and deadly,
Speeding fright.

Do not make light of the plight,
Infernal words,
Cruelty at the fingertips of monsters.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/10/2018