Curtain of Death (Picture it & write #14)

Picture it and write time 🙂


Under the curtain
The black mist falls
On children’s heads
In the wake of the dead

Their bodies are pale
In the corpse-like moonlight
As white as the bone
Behind peeled back skin

Their flesh is cold and damp
Under the black mist of war

Under the curtain of Death’s black stamp
Lie placid chalk marks of violence’s score

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I am Joe. This is a collection of my ramblings, poems, stories, afflictions, victories, and the picture of my mind. Make yourselves at home. View all posts by theonlyjoe

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