Poetry: "Choppa pull scream"
In the heat of battle ...... something strange holds your body now ...
... there is no escape no hope, today or tomorrow ...
... a big greenskin orc is laughing ...
... you will be pulled into the darkness ...
... into the flurry of spears and mighty axes ...
... and that big orc is laughing, laughing at you ...
The Poet died and his spirit never found peace …
Bene Tleilax:
Příspěvky
Žádné komentáře:
Okomentovat