Giorgio Venetopoulos

(Athens, Greece)

The fog


The horrid warlords siege the fort,
brigades of demons, through the fog
attack the legion and cohort,
the horrid warlords siege the fort; 4
the knight defenders stand athwart
as horses gallop down the bog;
the deathly warlords siege the fort,
brigades of demons through the fog. 8

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2014

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  • Valsa George (4/5/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    Reminds one of the medieval warlords who try to lay seige on a fort under some cover, here under the cover of the fog! Through repetition, the effect is enhanced...... Enjoyed.

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