No Name Cinquain
Deep breaths fill the gaps of silence in the trees.
There’s tension in the air-an excitement.
Dread is a communicable disease.
There is no god for the prey to appease,
just the incoming judgement from the tyrant.
Deep breaths fill the gaps of silence in the trees.
There’s tension in the air-an excitement.
Dread is a communicable disease.
There is no god for the prey to appease,
just the incoming judgement from the tyrant.
