Death Waits on the Shores of Tripoli

He scans the desert night
for apocalyptic stars
and shrieks with delight
when hurtling spears
pierce pounding hearts.

Desert sands
lust for blood;
life declines
to ancient dust.

poem by Steven FederleReport problemRelated quotes
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