"turining" poems
From the sea they approach,
to attack a fair city,
Trailed by nightmares,
and hellish pity.
The flash of guns,
smoke on the wind,
ships blown to splinters,
Tormenting their kind.
Once a fleet,
now smoking hulks,
Turining men into torches,
Weapons, useless bulks.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC