Fear the Dawn

Battles lit by clouds that cover the frontier

While skies swirl in different textures from the brushes dipped in scattered ashes.

We can’t help but wonder the hunger that arouses from making others suffer at our own expenses.

For miles of land covered by drapes layered in satin can’t help but be torn by the swords of the beheaded.

Scared of the unknown, either look in Opposite directions spotted by different branches around the surrounding hedges.

Triangular with a point, it’s a spoken rule to every peak that what must go up will come down on his feet.

From a loyal dog to the boy of whom can fight his fears by sinking bullet shells loaded onto his apocalyptic interiors.

For we suffer at the hands of betrayal, but long with need to portray a sense of survival locked under the keys of inferior denial.

Art by Chin Fong

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