A body washes up on the beach
As somewhere the tornado touches down
And out of the mockingbirds’ reach,
Distrust is eventually always found

Grown out of the seeds planted by a friend
A next door neighbor who bakes
Although the gods fight to the end
And the hero never wakes

The monsters rule without care
And the believers all live in fear
No life can survive anywhere
And the shadows continue creeping near

Corpses rotting in the attic
Frozen forever more
Lovers never change their tactics
No truth for love or laugh or lore

The king’s downfall predicted
The poetry has already been read
But nobody else besides me listened
And the plague already has spread

And in the past; two cultures at war
And one must fall, one must lose
A 1000 word essay due Tuesday for sure
Who do you want to win? Who do you choose?