Tuesday, October 23, 2012

End Game, A short poem



End Game
By: Klive Mercer


In the distance, my eyes are stricken with ruins.
So vast our my minds can’t fathom
the destruction of man, killed the hearts of humanity
when the walls fall, and there is nothing left around
I will have this picture of you, safely nestled within my pocket
for you suffer the same fate as I, I’ll protect you.
no harm shall come, no evil shall prevail.
take this stone, and build a nation.
Ten thousand stones build an empire

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