The Future of Man

Sabra Lovell
The toils of war
Are the spoils of hate.
The fires of Hell
Spring from the gate.

The man approaches,
Consumed by the flame.
Compelled by demons,
Unaware of shame.

His mind cries out.
His body screams protests.
His soul fades away
Into tormented darkness.

Whatever remains
Of this wayward traveler?
Only ashes.
Nothing more.

-Orig. 4/12/08

Published by Sabra Lovell

I was born and raised in CA, married for almost a year, I work as a barista, and I love to write  View profile

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