After the bugle call War begins and great men fall After the trumpet sound Amidst bloodshed, bleeding dreams abound When the bugle sounds Then regal vultures are called to feasting grounds After the trumpet call Once breathing men shall become as soulless doll! Then Spirits drift either upward Or find home in blazing fires downward… Continue reading VANITY WROTE A SONNET!
YOU WILL NOT SEE ME COME! MY SCENTS YOU WILL NOT SNIFF! THE THOUGHTS OF MY MIND YOU WILL NOT READ! NEVER WILL YOU CATCH THE WAVE OF MY DRIFT! Through hazy days in your scary maze I have suffered you in your crazy craze I died in the flurry of your maids Servants tied… Continue reading TO THE CHILD BRIDE