Men of the Night

They came at night, lifting their evil banners on one hand, and darts on the other. They paraded streets, looking for souls to abduct, and men to recruit. They chanted perilous slogans to announce their presence, and no one dared to remain outdoors whenever these marauding fellows came to ‘play’.

They were men of the night who caused lives to take flight, they were hijackers of peace, and of course, every man’s nightmare.

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Hear Me Out

I ask not that you believe me,

all I ask is that you give your ears some listen

for I’ve got a lot buried in me

that they seem quite too much to contain.

And oh! how they do tamper with my brain!
I sure do fear the outcome

if I fail to give myself a purge

Thus, I beseech you my sweetling

that you allow me say my piece,

before I finally take my leave.

War Stories

And for the first time, in a long time, she saw his face contort in a smile, and just any smile, but the kind that reaches the eyes. So, she just stood there at the doorway, enthralled by the scenic view of him. He didn’t seem to notice her presence, too focused on the dispatch in his hands; the reason for the smile on his face. And right there, she made a silent prayer that whatever the good news was, that it lasted forever.

Gone was the ever wintry, mirthless General she had be forced to get acquainted to, since the beginning of the war. From how beautifully gay he seemed to be, she didn’t have to take a look at the thick brown paper in his hands, to have a good understanding of what it beheld. Whatever was there, was definitely something that would bring peace to their land; the one thing he had always longed for, something that had seemed like an illusive wish, the one and only thing, that could, at this time, make him look this happy.

She couldn’t help but smile at his smile, for finally, the real him was back, the him the war had buried for a long time. Satisfied with this turnabout, she gave a contented sigh.