Dark 8: Reality Of Merciless Nightmares Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

After last night's annihilation of the land
Those who escaped beneath the ashes hide
Under a silver moon, on black sand
I took refuge on a misty hillside.

Little fire to keep the shattered soul alive
That soul ashing like a burning match
Reflecting the tragedy of the arrive
Of the apocalyptic seed we fear its hatch.

The bloodful tides of souls decayed
The rusted memories of haunted ghosts
Engraved of the stone-hearted brigade
Welcome, our murderous hosts.

This everlasting hellish nightmare
It is real... hear the drums of war. There!