Ghosts

Oppressive heat of the high Devil sun

Fire breaching sky

-Everything ends as dust-

Vast and eternal ocean of sand

Bone white planet

-The endless death of passing Time-

No creatures breathe this salted air

No heartbeats quiet

-The scorching winds of hateful Gods-

Gods that were once men

Ghosts made of dust

-Casting shadows on the deserts they have made-

© 2013 Axel Howerton

Originally published in “Night Shade” Volume One

Little Bird Publishing House, 2013

Cold Sunrise

Black thought pierces night

Summer dreams turned red with blood

Dead lips pull at heart

Pumping for the hunger-beast

and left spent to a cold sunrise

© 2013 Axel Howerton

Originally published in “Night Shade” Volume One

Little Bird Publishing House, 2013