Literature
Trickling- Commission
'The wind blows through
stainless white clouds,
and flawless green blades of grass.
As rain pours down-
crimson blood on this battlefield
-their graveyard.-
The roar of fearless lions,
await my approach,
for the mere taste of victory.
I stake my claim,
defeat my foes,
and set the merciless lions loose.
Women are my pawns,
created to obey my every command.
Their figures the universe
formed for my very pleasure,
to do with as I please.
Their voice is to be silenced,
their freedom is to be ruled.
Two stones on a bank of memories,
drowning in the back of my existence.
Cascading along a hidden chamber,
of my emotionless heart.
A weakness