1/15/18
The chariot awaits
We must go
For it has to be fate
Sprinting through the snow
Anticipation kills
Waiting for death
"Blood will be shed"
I say under my breath
Their protest must be silenced
Their words will be hushed
We go into war
And out their blood gushed
YOU ARE READING
Where My Eyes Wander
PoetryThis is my new cover of my poetry, starting with my signature Tweeting Bird. These would have ranged from two years ago to today. You will be able to see my progress as you read. Thanks for reading my work!
