The road burns hot in the night as a trail of fire is left with no sound
In wake of a wander and his dog.
The radio sounds off as a report of wires emerging from the ground
Are announced in cries for help.
Armageddon.
A Rose Red Wanderer's voice can be heard in the background
Of the static that followed.
The Chariot turns and once again races into the sound
Of chaos.
Only to be crushed by the loses that would never sit
well. An entire city zombified and wrapped in wires.
It's the end of the world as we knew it.
Yet there is a sign of life,
A Rose Red Wanderer's voice can be heard again through a radio.
The signal is cut before contact can be confirmed as a past wife.
A pup can be heard crying in nearby rubble as wires dig closer.
The Nomad's pup has already sunk his teeth into the slithery demon
When they're cut off by the Nomad's sharpened pen.
Upon retrieval, they found the dog to be the sister of the Nomad's pup.
"Hey, be glad you're sister's not dead... Mine is." He spoke to his pup out in the open.
Spotlights find him, only to be followed by hordes of the tamed.
The three quickly flee into the rubble with a new walkey-talkie.
Eventually making way back to the motorized stallion, now famed
By hell on Earth.
The rebellion has failed, now comes the resistance.
Mere survivors.
In a single instance,
We're left wondering who is left?
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A study in Poetry
PoetryIn this (originally) never ending book of poetry, explore the various different perspectives and conflicts that haunt a diverse cast of characters ranging from the adventures of a western gunslinger time traveling through a strange apocalyptic world...
