Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer.
You were helpless on the concrete steps, the moon was pulling firm. I pulled a life buoy ring from a post on the promenade. You showed your teeth in fear I pushed down releasing you back into the sea, they are all incredulous when I tell them in your appreciation, you turned and waved backContinue reading “Waved back at me”
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.