The Area - Poem
The bleak walls,
looked bleak as never before.
The time was ripe,
For a week of invasion.
Mortals attacked and killed,
Never to be heard from again.
None could care less,
For mortals carried no value.
The bleak walls,
looked bleak as never before.
The time was ripe,
For a week of invasion.
Mortals attacked and killed,
Never to be heard from again.
None could care less,
For mortals carried no value.