Armageddon (sweet, true)


Armageddon, Armageddon
oh my sweet, true, armageddon.

Softly creeping, through a gentle night,
Violent thumping, pilliage, plight!


Screams and cries heard e'ver the more,
often cut short by a orcish long-sword.

"Oh woe is us, oh woe is me" one young man cried.
Thinking, really, where is -she-???

Women and children, holy and damned,
all are one and death-be-damned.

thoughtless loss and thankless feast,
do transpire to engineer this days waste,
hatred, need, begets this awful 'morn.

those days of old shall become days of now,
-- cover your head with a pillow.

Have a great thanksgiving weekend, Laura.