Line in a line,
First, second, third.
Columns, rows, faces and bodies shine;
death in their hands, a bird
of prey
Crawls the air,
watching, waiting.
Death begins there.
War over tea...
Better yet over chess.
A lost game
A whispered name ( the pronoun ''She").
"The Third!"
That would be their cry,
prepared to die.
A bird,
of prey.
Full of death,
the death of men.
Lost in their cry, it heard
"For the Third!" |
Submission Name: For the Third
