Akrion Poetry

The Last War

The day was coming to an end
All life was running scared
As night was ending its descend
Death stood and glared

Few minutes and the feast would start
Few hours till its end
As hate broke everything apart
Death started to ascend

They ran as fast they could
Hope gave them one last chance
As darkness conquered all for good
Death began its dance

They heard the drums of war
Fear made their pounding loud
As machines began to roar
Death spread its mushroom cloud

Lifeless lands remained in silence
Poisoned oceans left to die
As Earth was scarred from the violence
Death tried to answer … Why?

Akrion (1/21/2013)

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Born in a small country in the Balkans called Bulgaria (commonly mistaken by the geographically inclined westerners as Siberia), @krion spend most of his childhood being deceived that his existence mattered and that he can change the world one school year at a time.

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